Self - Paint By Numbers Lyrics

In my dusty house

In my dirty clothes

Seated in a town on the verge of extinction

Struggling with a tune

Alone I compose a bittersweet ditty

About an ex-girlfriend

But why bother with painful memories?

Why tear out my heart for all the world to see?

Why not paint by number

Catchy melody

Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity

Then do it again



Gotta get away

Maybe we should stay

Seated in a town on the verge of explosion

New York and LA

Noone listening anyway

Busy predicting the next big thing

So why bother with changing scenery?

Why pack up the car and move to California?

Why not paint by number

Catchy melody

Playing all the parts in deadly harmony

Then do it again



Put the keys into the car

Put the car into drive

You can take us to the moon

Just take us for a ride



In his dusty house

In his dirty clothes

Seated in a town overrun by tourists

Struggling with a tune so alone he composes

A bittersweet ditty in the 3rd person

So why star in your fictional stories?

Why try to deny your criminal and thieves?

Go ahead Paint By Number

Phony fake I.D.'s

Burn it up the charts with sweet

simplicity, then do it again



-repeat chorus-