Paint By Numbers - Self

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, no one 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, 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

Bittersweet ditty in the third person

So why star in your fictional stories?

Why try to deny your criminals and thieves?

Go ahead, paint by number, phony fake IDs

Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity

Then do it again

Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive

You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride

Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive

You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride

Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive

You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride

Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive

Put the car into drive, and take us for a ride

You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride