Paint Yourself - White Denim

You’re always looking at yourself

Deciding what you do not want to see

You paint yourself with light at night

You rewrite your history

The apartment that you got

Has got no fire escape

What will you do?

What will you do?

And the job that you’ve got

Has made you work so hard

You don’t know who you are

You don’t know who you are

You say that you’re taking nothing for granted

But your plans don’t change

And you’re hoping that everything’s easier

By the time you reach your old age

I’m trying to cool you like a fan

But you’re making it so obvious I can’t

And there’s always something

For you to get over when I disappear away

Your heart is tied up in a joke

And it’s all whips, rums, and rain

All the titles you so casually gave away

Will come back and be your name

You did forget your memory

Of all you promised you just yesterday