Canvas

Lately I've taken up painting I'd never tried before It's more of a "just in my brain" thing I left my brushes by the door It seems all I can do is to paint the view That I see already I can't make anything new Does that make me special? A painter unable to paint Running low on potential? Or anything but my pain That I already fill all my songs with and ramble about all day? If you sit here and listen, actually listen, maybe you'll want to say Jack, just use the canvas For something more than sadness Paint the crowd before your eyes And see That painting was worth it All that time wasn't put to waste Though when you observe it you realize you can't paint a face So the crowd just looks blank and expressionless Yet somehow they still seem to scream Jack, just use the canvas Keep showing us your sadness Paint the faceless crowd that floods your mind And see That you're not a painter Your palettes have long been dry You're our entertainer Just sing the songs that make you cry 'Cuz that's what we love to hear your depression and your fear So what choice is there to make? Resentfully awake Just use the canvas Impress them with shaded sadness Sing the thoughts that fill your mind And see That you deserve it