Cream of Canvas

Clean up your image

All things equal and all things free

I stapled myself to a crooked sea

My hand got swatted away

I couldn’t make it out

I’m gonna drive around until I hammer it out

Now that everything has changed

It’s just like everything’s the same

Now that everything has changed

It’s just like everything’s the same

Like a sky piece of a puzzle

You’ve bent to fit

You cheat a little bit

And then you cheat a little bit

Hands were built for battle

Tongues were made to spit

Onto the cream of a canvas

On top a mountain of debt

Nothing’s ever settled

Nothing’s ever fixed

Nothing’s ever counted

Cuz nothing’s ever missed