Tortured Artist Lyrics

Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl
She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you
Oh, one day waitin' out the rainShe embroidered the portrait of a tortured artist on your sleeveLaugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself
What a surprise
Happy, happy birthday to you
Oh you're mama's little dream come trueShe painted the colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepeeLikes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky
Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry
Laughs out loud as movie stars shed their tears
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoyAnd I know, I know I'm just like you
I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone
Still young, though, oozing to the radio
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy
Who just let his horse run freeI know, ooh, I'm just like you
Not goin' anywhere.
Feel near gone,
There's a van passing fast
Moving in stereoBarely see her face
Or maybe outline

I'm not, I can barely seeEven as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
Laughing loud