Up late at night,
Deep conversations with my brain
And thinking of what else to write
To make this song about me cause
All my life
It's hard to consider self love
Without the urge of grabbing a dull knife
To stab the fraud in me
Will there be someone
to write a song for me?
Oh how I'd love to be a muse, but I was born to be a clown
Who can't lift everybody's frown
Cause my whole life is just a joke
It must be nice to be a muse, when all my life i'm just a clown
So hand me down my foolish crown,
I'm just a laughing stock to my future self
I wonder what it's like
To be the Patty Boyd of classic rock
Or to be given Taj Mahal
To keep my memories alive
But I guess
I'll always be the painter
Who sees someone's hidden beauty
And to be their devoted admirer
Will there be someone
to make an art for me?
Oh how I'd love to be a muse, but I was born to be a clown
Who can't lift everybody's frown
Cause my whole life is just a joke
It must be nice to be a muse, when all my life i'm just a clown
So hand me down my foolish crown,
I'm just a laughing stock to my future self