PAINT Lyrics

Making love on the internet

Getting nothing but a couple bounced checks (hey)

Stay in touch with that whore you met

You don't have to tell me everything

Sell your soul to the internet

7 years and you'll never have sex

Lose your money in a foolish bet

You don't have to tell me everything

But can you tell me that you're taking care of Brother cuz Brother is all I have

Is it better without Mother, or was she the better plan

And in your eyes did you really go and give it all you had

Is there anything you don't regret?

Like the hours in your office you spend nagging being mad

And the hours that we spent doing favours and playing Dad

If you're blaming it on everyone, then you sir will be sad

But it seems that you don't notice it

Then the thunder clouds will go away

And the sun will shine for just a day

Don't think anyone knows what to say

Don't think anyone knows what to -

Paint to describe it, that's how it feels

Stepping over everything that doesn't look real

Constant remodelling might cut the deal

All your shit in the hallway, what's the fucking appeal

There was paint on the sofa

Paint on the stairs

Paint over here and paint over there

There was paint on the floor and all in your hair

And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care

Living life like a charity

Say it's wind when it's just a light breeze

Get a hooker and let me be

You don't have to give me everything

Now you're taking care of nothing, you're probably dead inside

If you're ending up with nothing, is your money in your mind?

Is it worth a couple dollars for your family to die

You forgot about the fingerprints

Paint to describe it, go ask the floor

Stepping over paint to get through the door

Constant reminder, always have more

Your shit in the hallway won't fit in your drawers, damn!

There was paint on the sofa

Paint on the stairs

Paint over here and paint over there

There was paint on the floor and all in your hair

And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care

Paint on the ceiling

Paint on the chairs

Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan

You should make with the garbage, art with despair

And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care

Making love on the internet

Sell your soul to the internet

Give your all to the internet

Cuz who loves you? It's the internet

There was paint on the sofa

Paint on the stairs

Paint over here and paint over there

There was paint on the floor and all in your hair

Paint where you want, but come near me and I swear

There was paint on the sofa

Paint on the stairs

Paint over here and paint over there

There was paint on the floor and all in your hair

And if anyone gives you anything, I don't care

Paint on the ceiling

Paint on the chairs

Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan

You should make with the garbage, art with despair

And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care

Paint on the ceiling

Paint on the chairs

Paint on the ottoman, brush hit the fan

You should make with the garbage, art with despair

And if that's gonna give you anything, I don't care