Widespread Panic - Tortured Artist lyrics

Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you Oh, one day waitin' out the rain She embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeve Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself What a surprise Happy, happy birthday to you Oh you're mama's little dream come true She painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy And I know, I know I'm just like you I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone Still young, though, oozing to the radio Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy Who just let his horse run free I know, ooh, I'm just like you Not goin' anywhere. Feel near gone, There's a van pa**ing fast Moving in stereo Barely see her face Or maybe outline I'm not, I can barely see Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long Laughing loud