Widespread Panic - Tortured Artist Lyrics
Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girlShe's got a tattoo, said she remembers youOh, one day waitin' out the rainShe embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeveLaugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourselfWhat a surpriseHappy, happy birthday to youOh you're mama's little dream come trueShe painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepeeLikes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening skyDrinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetryLaughs out loud as movie stars shed their tearsIn her sleep, she dreams with melancholoyAnd I know, I know I'm just like youI was leaving in a way, I'm already goneStill young, though, oozing to the radioOh, like poetry, a tired cowboyWho just let his horse run freeI know, ooh, I'm just like youNot goin' anywhere.Feel near gone,There's a van passing fastMoving in stereoBarely see her faceOr maybe outlineI'm not, I can barely seeEven as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so longLaughing loud
