Just the Start

Yeah, I call myself an artist, and sometimes I think it's true

I walk heavy across the water, I debunk myself to blue

Maybe if I get a motorbike, my feet won't need a shoe

Okay

Yeah, I call myself an artist, and sometimes I think it's true

But I walk heavy across the water, I debunk myself to blue

Maybe if I get a motorbike, my feet won't need a shoe

It won't catch me

What a life, I think I'm living if I stay up all night

Burning snow outside the window, lounging in the candlelight

If I stay up a little later, talk about art and wine

It won't catch me

If I'm holding all these people in a basket 'round my arm

Lay them out under the willow, eat up each and every one

Use their nutrition as a weapon to heal someone

It won't catch me

No, I don't wanna party, but I don't really wanna work

Either way, I will be lonely, either way, I'm cursed

And maybe somewhere in the middle is actually worse

Don't catch me

Yeah, I know this lady, she's an actress, know this guy, he's a star

I wonder if they've seen a wreck, I wonder if they've crashed a car

I wonder if they've ever seen me, maybe if they know who I are

It won't catch me

But the thing about the chase

Is it plagues the human race

And the thing about a net

Is it only works when it's wet

With the fishes or with the worth of a check

And the thing about getting caught

Is you think it's the end, but you know that it's not

It's just the start