I miss all my old friends as they were before   I miss all the cities as they were before   I miss all the daytimes spent with some old friends   but I know everything must end      you live like shit and suffer for your art   is that what you call it   is that what you call it?   she said you live like shit   and suffer for your art   is that what you call it   is that what you call it?      that’s messed up   and it’s fucking depressing   how much of this must you put up with   and how times do I have to say stay away?   and how many friends must I go through   and how many lies must I put you through      you live like shit   and suffer for your art   is that what you call it   is that what you call it?   It wouldn’t be art if you didn’t starve yourself to death she said   it wouldn’t be art if you didn’t starve yourself to death she said   that’s messed up   and it’s fucking depressing   when was the last time that you’ve seen the sun   and I don’t mean at sunset   when you’re just waking up   and I don’t mean at sunrise   when you’re still up from the night before   when was the last time that you felt good   as deep as you are through hours of my time   and minutes of daylight   glimpse yourself thin pale soft and white   and sick as hell   live like shit   and suffer for your art   is that what you call it   is that what you call it she said   you live like shit   and suffer for your art   is that what you call it   is that what you call it she said   and that’s messed up   and it’s fucking depressing