Take a pretty picture
Don't you let that itch hurt
Your skin's a little thicker though you're feeling low
Think about the punch line
I swear it's on the grapevine
That you feel a little inclined just to let it go
I've got the upper hand on this bag of bones
I have no time to resent, I'd rather be alone
Don't stop the energy
Poor soul's epiphany
I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry
Forget that little loser
I know he wouldn't use ya
He thinks he's quite the bruiser, but man he's not at all
But you know that he knows
I've got the upper hand on this bag of bones
I have no time to pretend, I'd rather stay at home
Don't stop the energy
Poor soul's epiphany
I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry
Start slow, floating high
Plateux, I'm unsure why
But when the blood flows I swear I'll be fine
Take me where it's warmer, make me feel free
Breathe a little longer and take it out on me
Cos this world is where I wanna be
Don't stop the energy
Poor soul's epiphany
I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry
Start slow, we're floating high
Plateux, I'm unsure why
But when the blood flows I swear I'll be fine, be fine

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