מילים לשיר Waste Of Paint – Bright Eyes

I have a friend, hes mostly made of pain
He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him that he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
And he said thank you, please, but your flattery
It is truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor, youre blind, you see
No beauty ever could have come from me
Im a waste
Of breath, of space, of time I knew a woman she was dignified and true
Her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day she found out that he had lied
And decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
She was grateful for everything that had happened
And she was anxious for all that would come next
But then she wept, what did you expect
In that big old house with the car she kept
Such is life, she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts, or look her best
She was free
To waste away alone Last night my brother, he got drunk and drove
And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said officer, officer, youve got the wrong man
No, no, Im a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you dont understand
The cop said No one got hurt, you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no I cant just let you go
And though your fathers name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
Youre nothing but a stepping stone on a path
To debt, to loss, to shame The last few months Ive b.