Drivers and Painters

What's a man with a History

But a lonesome driver with all his histories?

We're no drawers

We're all gamblers and mosaics...

Taking vows and launching buckets of pain and paint

Against an old

And a ‘used to be’ white wall…

We’re drivers and painters!

That’s all…

You can go along chewing

Or biting your own paintbrush

Like salt and water powder sticks on a road trip

With a shotgun…

(You look nice, by the way,

With a green tainted ribbon…)

In the end

We’ll never be there

Cause shit happens to drivers and painters

That fall asleep…