The Starving Artist Lyrics

I remember I had a friend

Who'd just pretend

That he was fine

Until it blew up in his face

Couldn't sleep in his own bed

He wished he was dead

Cause it was better

Than hanging around

The same old place

So he stayed out every night

He seemed alright

When he was drunk or high

That's when he talked the most

He would laugh and tell a joke

To please the folks

And he was smooth enough

So some girls were always close

Like a campfire

Throwing embers

See the sparks fly from the brakes

Coming down the iron tracks

Or a bad liar

Just an actor

Said he'd learned from his mistakes

And he was leaving

But he would be right back

And who would've been convinced?

Especially since

We didn't see him

'Til the seventeenth of May

We could smell it on his breath

He looked like death

And you could tell he was tired

But he hadn't slept for days

Like a stray dog

Growing whiskers

On the corner of the street

Where he has made his bed to rest

Or like a lazy

Starving artist

Wanting just to make ends meet

He only wished that he could say

He'd done his best