There Goes My Inspiration

They say pain can bring out the artist's best But since you've been gone, I just can't care less Common sense doesn't realize It can hurt so bad Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor But my heart isn't in it anymore There goes my inspiration My reason for creation There goes my inspiration I felt it fly away when you said goodbye Me and Gaugin used to party down I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir's pal Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me Now they don't come 'round It's all over town that the master's lost his touch I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush