Painter's Hands

(album: Painter's Hands And A Seventh Son - 2009)

Walk all over me, call me out, call me moonstruck
'Cause no I won't say anything
Out loud and to your face
Self-induced with greed you're just a selfish naive fuck up
And you'll take all the credit you can get for things did not start
Except the applause
They're clapping hard for your presence
Hide behind your words
Your disguise looks exceptional
Paint me a different scenario, yea
You're a sad excuse for us
Thought you were better than this
This time I think you went too far, too far
Way to turn me on and turn me off when you don't need me
I refuse to be the social cure for your backup plan evening
Dead friends are making war as though they received your contagious bug
And hanging out some kind of chore makes it hard to clean up
So don't come crawling to me when you're sleeping around with death
Don't play make believe as though you've always been my friend
You have never been my friend
You have never been my friend
Paint me a different scenario, yea
You're a sad excuse for us
Thought you were better than this
This time I think you went too far, too far
Paint me a different scenario
You're a sad excuse for
Thought you were better than this
This time I think you went too far