Bleeding in Public (Calling It Art)

I pour my soul on a barroom floor, Trade my pain for a round of applause. Every song’s a scar I reopen, Just to prove I still got flaws. (Verse 2) Neon halo, cigarette crown, Another sinner with something to say. They don’t see the ghost behind my grin, Just a jukebox preacher getting paid. (Chorus – 6 lines) I’m bleeding in public and calling it art, Spitting out verses that tear me apart. They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin, Applauding the wreck that I’m living in. If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart, Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art. (Verse 3) Every verse another confession, Every stage another wound. They clap while I fall apart in rhythm, And leave humming my ruin. (Bridge – no hook) Maybe someday I’ll learn to heal, But I’d miss how the hurt makes it real. The silence is louder than any crowd, And I only feel honest when I’m too loud. (Final Chorus) I’m bleeding in public and calling it art, Spitting out verses that tear me apart. They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin, Applauding the wreck that I’m living in. If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart, Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art. (Outro tag) Yeah — I’ll bleed in public, and call it art.