(is this the answer you wanted?)
The more I leave the house and 'get amongst the people', the more inclined I am to fall right back here.
Comfortable in a world of words and song.
If I want colours, I'll get out paints and do more of that. Breaking in brushstrokes.
I'm really over people, over the assumptions, and the subtle manipulations - I can see what is being done - I'm just being kind to your feelings by not rubbing it in and making you feel like an idiot.
I want to live alone on an island, and be in one of my stories, and drink from a fountain that distills sweet cups of tea, and everything will be ok - because nothing changes except the colour of the ink or the tune in my head.
That is perfection to me. Oh, I like your songs, but at the end of the day, I still like mine better.
Maybe it's the codeine talking.
You try and get me drunk on your dreams.
And the dirty reality hits like a grandmotherfucker. Grande.
I am here so you can serve me back to me in pieces.
Comfortable in a world of words and song.
If I want colours, I'll get out paints and do more of that. Breaking in brushstrokes.
I'm really over people, over the assumptions, and the subtle manipulations - I can see what is being done - I'm just being kind to your feelings by not rubbing it in and making you feel like an idiot.
I want to live alone on an island, and be in one of my stories, and drink from a fountain that distills sweet cups of tea, and everything will be ok - because nothing changes except the colour of the ink or the tune in my head.
That is perfection to me. Oh, I like your songs, but at the end of the day, I still like mine better.
Maybe it's the codeine talking.
You try and get me drunk on your dreams.
And the dirty reality hits like a grandmotherfucker. Grande.
I am here so you can serve me back to me in pieces.