[00:00.000] 作词 : Steven Bietz
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Steven Bietz
[01:01.432] My boyfriend is an artist
[01:03.143] Flying through the stars with a starship from origami in his pocket
[01:06.606] I'm sitting in his locket
[01:08.360] My boyfriend is an artist
[01:09.966] Despite the temporary circular jaundice
[01:12.590] I’m deluded into staying for a profit
[01:15.039] My boyfriend is an artist
[01:16.711] No returns or exchange
[01:18.251] I'll take some numbers and play with his couch stains to avoid being hanged
[01:21.850] My boyfriend is an artist
[01:23.480] In a constant state of lingerie
[01:25.430] I'll hide the pain by laughing at his chains, a mask for task at rape
[01:28.994] In reality, my boyfriend is a basket case
[01:31.863] To hear or see no fire struck by matches under acid is rather strange
[01:35.581] Camo cargo pants & torso dripped in Bape
[01:38.639] Calls me every morning, asks "love or hate?"
[01:41.131] Smirking as if though last night I wasn’t grabbing drapes
[01:44.239] Screaming no with a mouth agape
[01:46.316] After 5 minutes of his amorphous red in station train tunnel
[01:49.715] He grabbed adhesive tape
[01:51.007] Proceeds to call me retarded
[01:52.845] As if this love wasn't a bargain
[01:54.517] I'm never what's eating Gilbert Grape
[01:56.568] Red lights and traffic from state to state
[01:59.162] My naked body on videotape
[02:00.899] It's okay if he gets money at the end of the day
[02:03.345] All my friends used to say "make your great escape"
[02:06.151] But my heart would be physically discarded
[02:08.159] Out my body for anything but to stay
[02:09.924] I have no dearly to depart to
[02:11.617] It's solely me and him
[02:13.368] My soul's fate as a Jane Doe on the side of the road might be my fin
[02:16.607] If only I can jump the broken glass and air conditioning
[02:20.152] My stomach rumbles with rubbing bones & the moon tonight is glistening
[02:23.933] My boyfriend is an artist
[02:25.346] Constant flying glass over half-bar throwed
[02:27.172] I second guess now his comparisons of the next Mark Rothko
[02:30.457] My boyfriend is an artist
[02:32.273] Only pseudo-intellectually
[02:34.301] If this broken home is a performance, consider me Juliet in jewelry
[02:37.505] My boyfriend is an artist
[02:39.037] He got beat by his stepfather
[02:40.825] Somehow that transforms into my body being beaten harder
[02:44.281] My boyfriend is an artist
[02:45.880] I pray for the day the Swiss is open
[02:47.761] Tiptoe with no creak & plot to poke holes in his throat then
[02:51.181] Water bill ain't been paid in a week
[02:53.032] Red circles on ankles came from the fleas
[02:54.637] Had to hit San Marcos to bathe my body in the creek
[02:57.731] The fish is my escape
[02:59.216] Surprised his Civic even got this far
[03:01.239] The rocks are like grapes
[03:02.320] So hungry, nothing to eat inside this car
[03:04.649] Nothing to believe, I started reading off of tarot cards
[03:07.981] Imagining my boyfriend in quotes inherit slugs from afar
[03:11.383] He’s in the stu, got to make it back to Lockhart by 3
[03:14.665] Wanna be a phlebotomist so I know how to make him fall to his knees
[03:18.202] If I drive away now, I’ll never make it out of Texas
[03:21.921] It's in my best interest to head back to the apartment suite
[03:25.601] With 20 square foot works seemingly painted by the hand of Zeus
[03:28.299] Misunderstood genius? That’s some shit I could never excuse
[03:31.832] I stare with a knife, adrenaline, internal parenthes pumping
[03:35.369] Heart thumping, "this'll be the greatest mistake that you ever made"
[03:39.089] But **** it, kick the can, watch the paint drip drip drips
[03:42.337] Grip as hard as you can and cut the piece, snip snip snip
[03:45.791] And you just keep on cutting until you don't recognize its original form
[03:49.166] All the abuse you suffered from his hands & his addiction to porn
[03:52.595] All the forces you shuddered, and all the tears you shed
[03:55.744] You are now the tortured artist, in you exists his head
[03:59.065] My boyfriend is an artist
[04:01.124] And I just killed his whole career
[04:03.094] I'll take a new name, my presence here forever disappears
[04:06.532] My boyfriend is an artist
[04:08.167] Keys down to the ground at sight of window
[04:10.427] No chains bound to me, I hit my ****ing final frontier
[04:13.442] My boyfriend is an artist
[04:14.971] My cuts serve as a pioneer
[04:16.728] Both on liver-spotted wrists and the piece that he drowned himself with tears
[04:20.320] My boyfriend is an artist
[04:21.728] Drowned in whiskey & shot to the rear
[04:23.655] Losing his broken fake love was a pain far too severe

作词 : Steven Bietz
作曲 : Steven Bietz
My boyfriend is an artist
Flying through the stars with a starship from origami in his pocket
I'm sitting in his locket
My boyfriend is an artist
Despite the temporary circular jaundice
I’m deluded into staying for a profit
My boyfriend is an artist
No returns or exchange
I'll take some numbers and play with his couch stains to avoid being hanged
My boyfriend is an artist
In a constant state of lingerie
I'll hide the pain by laughing at his chains, a mask for task at rape
In reality, my boyfriend is a basket case
To hear or see no fire struck by matches under acid is rather strange
Camo cargo pants & torso dripped in Bape
Calls me every morning, asks "love or hate?"
Smirking as if though last night I wasn’t grabbing drapes
Screaming no with a mouth agape
After 5 minutes of his amorphous red in station train tunnel
He grabbed adhesive tape
Proceeds to call me retarded
As if this love wasn't a bargain
I'm never what's eating Gilbert Grape
Red lights and traffic from state to state
My naked body on videotape
It's okay if he gets money at the end of the day
All my friends used to say "make your great escape"
But my heart would be physically discarded
Out my body for anything but to stay
I have no dearly to depart to
It's solely me and him
My soul's fate as a Jane Doe on the side of the road might be my fin
If only I can jump the broken glass and air conditioning
My stomach rumbles with rubbing bones & the moon tonight is glistening
My boyfriend is an artist
Constant flying glass over half-bar throwed
I second guess now his comparisons of the next Mark Rothko
My boyfriend is an artist
Only pseudo-intellectually
If this broken home is a performance, consider me Juliet in jewelry
My boyfriend is an artist
He got beat by his stepfather
Somehow that transforms into my body being beaten harder
My boyfriend is an artist
I pray for the day the Swiss is open
Tiptoe with no creak & plot to poke holes in his throat then
Water bill ain't been paid in a week
Red circles on ankles came from the fleas
Had to hit San Marcos to bathe my body in the creek
The fish is my escape
Surprised his Civic even got this far
The rocks are like grapes
So hungry, nothing to eat inside this car
Nothing to believe, I started reading off of tarot cards
Imagining my boyfriend in quotes inherit slugs from afar
He’s in the stu, got to make it back to Lockhart by 3
Wanna be a phlebotomist so I know how to make him fall to his knees
If I drive away now, I’ll never make it out of Texas
It's in my best interest to head back to the apartment suite
With 20 square foot works seemingly painted by the hand of Zeus
Misunderstood genius? That’s some shit I could never excuse
I stare with a knife, adrenaline, internal parenthes pumping
Heart thumping, "this'll be the greatest mistake that you ever made"
But **** it, kick the can, watch the paint drip drip drips
Grip as hard as you can and cut the piece, snip snip snip
And you just keep on cutting until you don't recognize its original form
All the abuse you suffered from his hands & his addiction to porn
All the forces you shuddered, and all the tears you shed
You are now the tortured artist, in you exists his head
My boyfriend is an artist
And I just killed his whole career
I'll take a new name, my presence here forever disappears
My boyfriend is an artist
Keys down to the ground at sight of window
No chains bound to me, I hit my ****ing final frontier
My boyfriend is an artist
My cuts serve as a pioneer
Both on liver-spotted wrists and the piece that he drowned himself with tears
My boyfriend is an artist
Drowned in whiskey & shot to the rear
Losing his broken fake love was a pain far too severe