Testo Your Art

Sit with me
I came across your art, I wish I understood
I know it's getting hard, but people don't know what's good

Overdone
Like every metaphor that's ever been sung
Lay on the kitchen floor, just trying to be someone
I'll get older and watch my hands get hard
You'll get wiser and put your art in the yard

I'm getting so much older, and my hands are getting hard
You're getting wiser and your art is in my garden