Lyrics

Mama tried to make it seem nice. 

This place of people. 

This cacophony of beauty and ugliness. 

This glass of colours. 

Mama tried to paint it easy. 

Action reaction type of deal. 

This is good and this is bad. 

Be calm little one, she said. 

This is truth and this is lies. 

But then I grew up. 

The nest was warm but outside,

the smells were drawing me. 

I went and found you. 

So unconventional you. 

And then you left. 

To enjoy the world. 

The beautiful ugliness of it. 

And I am here letting go. 

Of mama's words. 

Of standing pillars that hold,

a Parthenon in my mind. 

A sea is crushing everything I built. 

And I feel weird. 

My paintbrush in my hand. 

An empty canvas in my chest. 

I like this ugliness of it. 

The painting that smells and drips. 

The buffet of image. 

The awe. 

The aimless junkie next to the Gucci girl. 

The awkward smiles, 

the bravados of pretention. 

My naked nerves exposed, 

to the immature jungle. 

And me finally. Swinging from tree to tree. 

Ugly. Beautiful. Shouting. Dizzy. Smoking. Drunk. Carefull. Protective. Jealous. Embarrassed. Horny. Angry. Silent. Shy. Sexy. Singing. Amazing. Me. 

Me.. 

And the world... 

And.. You?...