Lyrics:

So you say you want to make art, but you dont have the heart or the words worth repeating. not that you could ever sell it in those jeans. i think you forget: its not the voice so much as how you wear it. the interest isnt in a drug of choice; its in the price of the high. youre climbing the tiers on a campaign trail to make something so personal a high commodity. there are so many holes in your story. so you want to be a high commodity. congratulations, youve sold your story. youre a long ways away from the coastal climates youre used to. i think you forget the business youre in