Van Gogh Lyrics

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?