i wanna understand art like i wanna understand you
i dont understand either but i really want too
all the secrets and mysteries
the scratches and tears
the colors and the hues
but my minds not quite there
it feels like a chase
falling into the floating maze of your head
im losing this race
and losing myself instead
trying to understand why you do the things you do
or do the things you say
feeling like i pay
for just a little ray
of your attention throughout the day
but why try to understand one girl
when there are alcohol and drugs
sorority girls everywhere
my life’s an open jug
i’ve filled it with sadness gladness and love
the liquid of sadness blue like mourning
the solid of gladness like a sunrise the next morning
and the gas of love, that sprays you without warning
this jug is a mess, with nothing to hide
it shows everything it is, it’s hurt, it’s ambitions, it’s pride
maybe thats art, pure genuine feeling
a symbol of something that stirs emotion or healing
maybe i’ll start to understand art
maybe i’ll start to understand you
cause you’ve opened my jug
and i don’t know what to do