Lyrics

Life is one fucking beauty contest after another You know school, then college, then work Fuck that and fuck the air force academy If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly And you do what you love, and fuck the rest Ever since I was a kid I knew that I was different from the rest Shaking hands and a chemically imbalanced head I scared the shit out of everyone With everything I said I always had the hardest time making new friends And I still get those headaches, I did when I was young I still forget to watch the words that fall off my tongue This is a sad track to a movie A motion picture that will always move me A painted portrait of candid moments My heart is a canvas and I'm the illustrator A suburban family home A bedroom of my own A collection of CD's Stacked up next to a blown out stereo Were the only things that kept me from feeling alone Like I had someone to talk too It's hard enough when no one seems to get you Most days I feel fine In others I feel like I'm dying on the inside Forcing smiles on the oustside I'm an opptimist and a pessimist in one This is a sad track to a movie A motion picture that will always move me A painted portrait of candid moments My heart's a canvas and I'm the illustrator And if I were to suddenly die I'd take a good look back at my own life Be proud of the things that I said and I did I know I wasn't innocent But I've always listened To the pound of the kick and strum of the pick Telling me that this is it I'm an optimist and a pessimist in one This is a sad track to a movie A motion picture that will always move me A painted portrait of candid moments My heart's a canvas and I'm the illustrator I couldn't paint you a better picture
Writer(s): Stan Lynch, Tom Douglas, Andy Griggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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