Six long hours in my head, I watched people in cars. It made me feel like I'm living, I guess it's never that hard. Let's live outside of the city And blame the ones that I loved For all the shit that I carried When I was never enough. I found a cut somewhere Where we could all lay. The world was waking up And I'm learning now, That my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world. So pray with me, pray with me, pray with me, 'Cause I'm spent. Yeah, I spent them all. Those long confusing hours with my mind turned on. The world was getting louder. I found myself on edge; My feet were over water, Just a song in my head That reminded me I'll never be alone. I found a cut somewhere Where we could all stay. It's frank, and it's fucked But I'm learning now that my heart isn't breaking down; It's my world. So I'll take another look at my life And give everything I own To all the people in my heart. I am free, I am freezing. I am wrong. I am so obscure it's terrible, And I'm loved, But in between the cars They bother me. I helped make the art that hangs on your walls And plays in your heart; It stays in your arms. You're not a machine, I'm sure of that. You're every bit like me. You gave up on your dreams And now you're stuck with that. You settled for the pencil days. I'm a paint brush in a way. I'm simple, yeah, I'm plain. I'm colored all the same. I have meaning if you find it in yourself. I'll sell myself or not, Like I really give a fuck I'm just an artist on a shelf.