i want to paint other people now,
i want to sing songs about someone else now.
you’re in every damn photo i take,
i don’t want to camouflage you into anything i make,
for a change.
but just by writing this, you know i can’t.
So this reminded of the pieces I used to write when I was just starting out, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad. Probably the former, even though it’s a little abrupt.