Matt Pless - Call it art

Well, ^Dhere we go again, another ^Gday I ^Atake out my guitar and start to ^Dplay I ^Dtell myself I'm gonna write a ^Gsong But ^Aeverything I've written comes out ^Dwrong

The ^Dwords they used to come so easi^Gly ^ABack when everything was new to ^Dme But ^Dlately I can't seem to find the ^Gtime And ^Awhen I do, I barely find the ^Drhyme

I ^Gthrew a bunch of lyrics on the ^Dfloor I ^Aposted poetry up on the ^Bmwall I ^Gpublished pointless ^Agibberish that I ^F#msaid came from my ^Bmheart I ^Gput it in a ^Aframe and called it ^Dart

An ^Dempty canvas withers all a^Glone A ^Abrush with greatness that may never ^Dcome It ^Dmust be something broken in my ^Gbrain For ^Afifteen minutes sinking down the ^Ddrain

I'll ^Dsay creative passion is my ^Glife But ^AI'll succumb to any kind of ^Dvice I ^Dmay have finally numbed more than the ^Gpain And ^Amade more than the voices go a^Dway

I ^Gsplattered pastel colors on some ^Dglass I ^Amade pretentious garbage out of ^Bmtrash I ^Gdrew a big post-^Amodern purple ^F#mcircle in the ^Bmdark I ^Gcharged a price and ^Athen I called it ^Dart

There's ^Dtoo many distractions in my ^Gmind It's ^Amaking inspiration hard to ^Dfind I'll ^Dtry and place the blame on someone ^Gelse But ^AI put all the pressure on my^Dself

They ^Dtell me I'm an artist, here's the ^Gtruth I ^Ause the title more like an ex^Dcuse But ^Dthen again, I guess I did cre^Gate A ^Afake who throws away more than he ^Dmakes

I ^Gmight die broken, lonely and un^Dknown You'll ^Afinally recognize me when I'm ^Bmgone When ^Geverything I've ^Aworked for fades a^F#mway and falls a^Bmpart I'll ^Gpaint my master^Apiece and call it ^Dart

I'll ^Gpaint my master^Apiece and call it ^Dart D G A D