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