Monday Song

Paint me with my blemishes
I want to know if they’re as bad as I assume
For the shading: take some water, muddle pills in from the bottle in my bedroom
Just get the likeness right because I’m gonna try and sell it when you’re done
Then take some time get my head right and commission you for another one
That’ll show that I’ve been drinking less and I’m working on getting my lungs
pink again. That I’m saving up to leave and I’ve been eating and breathing
better
'Cause every self portrait I’ve made is either far too grey or it looks like
someone else
If I don’t find a new kind of paint
I don’t think I’ll recognize myself
Every self portrait I’ve made is either far too grey or it looks like someone
else
If I don’t make some kind of change I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself
I guess the glory days didn’t age so well, and this gallery has never payed so
I’m selling everything
And starting with a canvas whitewash clean