Your arm's a disgrace
Outside you filled your ashtray
You sit and stare for days
At a blank canvas
Everybody is getting inverted
You've told to ??? knees
How's it gonna turn now
Just brush the paint around
No need to plan it out
This always been your style
I knew a girl once
I had to wander out
I wander up some time
Used to make her cry
And when she left
She said she can finally be
So free, at last
But I believe in lies
And comparison
Yeah, it was what she wanted
And I'm speaking to stand.