An Artist

Verse 1: I’m an artist. I have trouble sleeping. I don’t drink coffee, but I’m awake 20 hours a day. Sleep deprived, lacking iron and vitamin C. A vampire with a back shaped like a C. ⸻ Chorus My, my— all I do is make, make, and make. I’d rather think than speak. I’m not shy, just rather paint than be with others. I’m quiet ’cause I think too much~ ⸻ Verse 2 Forget to eat, forget to shower. I said “five more minutes,” then it’s suddenly dark. Head full of colors, heart full of noise. I overthink a lot, but it’s fine. ⸻ Chorus: My, my— all I do is make, make, and make. I’d rather think than speak. I’m not shy, I just rather paint than be with others. I’m quiet ’cause I think too much~ La la la la la la la la la~ ⸻ Outro: Draw, erase, draw again. Stay up late, pretend to rest. I guess that’s how artists operate I worry everyone unless I make some money But it never really bothers me til’ responsibility presents itself, Oh, I’m through. La la la La la la la La la la la