Self Portrait

Life is one fucking beauty contest after another

School, then college, then work

Fuck that. And fuck the air force academy

If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly

You do what you love, and fuck the rest

Ever since I was a kid

I knew that I was different

From the rest with shaking hands

And a chemically unbalanced head

I scared the shit out of everyone

With everything I said

I always had the hardest time

Making new friends and

I still get those headaches

I did when I was young

I still forget to watch the words

That fall off my tongue

This is a soundtrack

To a movie

A motion picture

That will always move me

A painted portrait

Of candid moments

My heart’s the canvas

And I’m the illustrator

A suburban family home

A bedroom of my own

A collection of cds

Stacked up next to

A blown out stereo

Were the only things

That keep me from

Feeling alone like I had

Someone to talk to

It’s hard enough when

No one seems to get you

Most days I feel fine

And others I feel like

I’m dying on the inside

Forcing smiles on the outside

I’m an optimist and

A pessimist in one

This is a soundtrack

To a movie

A motion picture

That will always move me

A painted portrait

Of candid moments

My heart’s the canvas

And I’m the illustrator

And if I were to suddenly die

I’d take a good look back

At my whole life

Be proud of the things

That I said and I did

I know I wasn’t innocent

But I’ve always listened

To the pound of the kick

And the strum of the pick

Telling me that this is it

I’m an optimist and

A pessimist in one

This is a soundtrack

To a movie

A motion picture

That will always move me

A painted portrait

Of candid moments

My heart’s the canvas

And I’m the illustrator

I couldn’t paint you

A better picture