In eighth grade I took art and failed. My teacher advised me never to draw again, as no good would ever come of it. However, I still take the time too dable from time to time...
Lyrics
Self Portrait
I see myself; a sickle cell
A crimson sun, a broken Son
I’ve seen the word; the mouth, the life
A lover’s sigh, a hidden knife
I see the blood; the tainted glass
A feint reflection I chase
I come apart, a man apart
I come apart at the seams
read my portrait, paint the line
Fall, hopelessly in love
I cut the cord but how I miss the way the subtleties taste
And every I compromise I make I tear a whole in my face
I see myself; a single cell
A crimson stream, a broken scream
I’ve read the book; 2 minute cures
A fucking dream, a magazine
I heard the call; (echo) my own, my all
A feint reflection I chase.
I hear a song I can’t digest
I’m drifting out of a dream.
