Don’t Love an Artist

Don't love an artist
If you don't love yourself
'Cause they'll paint all your flaws
And they'll make them look beautiful as hell

And don't love an artist
If you like what they make
'Cause you'll be immortalized in thousands of notebook lines
And splotches of paint

And when they leave
You'll be stuck with a hole in your chest
With the scent of their skin
And the feel of their bed where they rest
And you can't forget
'Cause you live in their works
And when you see those pieces
They just make you feel worse

'Cause they knew who you are
Oh, they knew very well
But the truth is that now
What you're left with is only a shell

So don't love an artist
'Cause they'll take who you were
And they'll hide you in acronyms
Bury you deep in the shapes of their words

And when they leave
You'll be stuck with a hole in your chest
With the scent of their skin
And the feel of their bed where they rest
And you can't forget
'Cause you live in their works
And when you see those pieces
They just make you feel worse

They just make you feel worse