Artful End

I'm at the diner I don't want a routine any longer I've been trying new things Trying to figure out who I'm gonna become next Who will I become Do you know what the universe had to do for us to be in the same restaurant right now For you to come around the same time I thought about you and how You waited for me to dream up a new life away from you and now you're too late It's a temporary feeling That's what I keep telling everybody You just picked up the rest of your stuff and now it's gone like the rest of our love I would have died to qualify as the one and then I was and it wasn't enough I want an artful end To get up excited I want an artful end To go where I'm invited Mornings painted by me Not for me to make your coffee or have every joy of mine put out like one of your Cigarettes I want an artful end I'm over this painful repetition In conclusion, this love was an illusion Now I want an artful end That's what comes after fairytales end I want an artful end I'll paint an artful end instead I made excuses for you For the things that you would do, cause I wanted to believe that wasn't really you But lacking the full story is still lying babe I get up and hide away I'm trying my best to erase the part of me that held you so in my world, you die and I can Say the funeral was last night I set what I kept on fire Now the forest is on fire again But this is last fire I'll set, I swear I was always being painted as a goodbye But I painted that art from a broken heart I was always being painted as a second choice but It was my brush that allowed the Works I looked you up one day to find you're at one of those schools like Harvard And I'm a gypsy on the road Little did I know This towns got room for us both I want an artful end To get up excited I want an artful end To go where I'm invited Mornings painted by me Not for me to make your coffee or have every joy of mine put out like one of your Cigarettes I want an artful end I'm over this painful repetition In conclusion, this love was an illusion Now I want an artful end That's what comes after fairytales end I want an artful end I'll paint an artful end instead I had a long term plan But I want an artful end I had a long term plan But I want an artful end I had a long term plan But I want an artful end I had a long term plan But I want an artful end I can't pretend to be your friend You're in the booth across from me I get up and leave quietly because I was not sowed for a man to reap There is a greater rainbow that I go to seek I want an artful end To get up excited I want an artful end To go where I'm invited Mornings painted by me Not for me to make your coffee or have every joy of mine put out like one of your cigarettes I want an artful end I'm over this painful repetition In conclusion, this love was an illusion Now I want an artful end That's what comes after fairytales end I want an artful end I'll paint an artful end instead I want an artful end I'll paint paint an artful end instead I want an artful end I'll paint paint an artful end instead I want an artful end I'll paint paint an artful end instead I want an artful end I'll paint paint an artful end instead I forgot who I was that day, but I'm grateful she came That weekend I walked through the woods Well it was closed but they let me through It's absurd that they can just lock nature up Those with no dreams besides ownership Who I was that day, I She had no idea what she was doing but she knew what she wanted She knew there was better She knew that the taste of coffee was good again and she found that building a footpath Was as good as essential Manmade or unpaved That day I walked alone through the endless garden, for there was nowhere else I could Truly call home And I thought of what I could be and where I could go And it was as exhausting as it was exciting It was magically mesmerizing to know where the story started In the dead of winter Hurt and running alongside woods burning But I made it here and I will make it there As far as my youth can take me I walked back up to the bus stop and thought to myself How beautiful would it all be To find myself unseen in forests that generate a peace that paints a lifestyle like Thoreau Better than unbothered Like how they did it during The Romantic Era Writing the road as a heartfelt note for those who would face a society entirely different But somehow unchanged And it would be such an artful way to go The most beautiful thing I'd never been shown A floral walkway leading me home By choosing myself and moving on