Paint me with my blemishes
I want to know if they're as bad as I assume.
For the shading: take some water, muddle pills in from the bottle in my bedroom.
Just get the likeness right because I'm gonna try and sell it when you're done
then take some time get my head right and commission you for another one
that'll show that I've been drinking less and I'm working on getting my lungs pink again. That I'm saving up to leave and I've been eating and breathing better.
'Cause every self portrait I've made is either far too grey or it looks like someone else.
If I don't find a new kind of paint
I don't think I'll recognize myself.
Every self portrait I've made is either far too grey or it looks like someone else
if I don't make some kind of change I don't think I'll ever forgive myself.
I guess the glory days didn't age so well, and this gallery has never payed so I'm selling everything
and starting with a canvas whitewash clean.
supported by 19 fans who also own “you're doin' great!”
Iron Chic's narrative, some of the most aware & conscientious lyrics you will find in punk. The music is just as damn good...
"There's no answers, so take a guess & make up the rest"
"I couldn't stand to watch you die, so I died first, that's how I survived"