Van Gogh

I guess it's time the canvas hung And I accept the crimes I've done For one more step into the sand Will sink me further And I cannot Am I the man I think I am? The crown can't bear the weight of my head If I had spoken sooner Would my words be worth their truth? If chaos was a lifestyle I'd be on the cover of every Forbes magazine If dying was an artform Could I be your Van Gogh? Pretty please I grew up with brittle walls Now they're painted in my blood And when I thought I found myself Turns out I'd outgrown your love Now you're banging down my door If I'm worth nothing What are you even banging for? And I can't say I'm finally done 'Til the bullet's in my gut Am I the man I think I am? The crown can't bear the weight of my head If I had spoken sooner Would the truth be worth my words? If chaos was a lifestyle I'd be on the cover of every Forbes magazine If dying was an artform Could I be your Van Gogh? Pretty please A young artist, born a fool He fell in love with his tools Abandoned home, ran away But he could never leave his cage An old man who once painted art But now he thinks about lost love He buried his work under his grave But he could never leave his cage If chaos was a lifestyle I'd be on the cover of every Forbes magazine If dying was an art form Could I be your Van Gogh? Pretty please Could I be your Van Gogh? Could I be your Van Gogh, pretty please? Could I be your Van Gogh? Could I be your Van Gogh, pretty please?