Should Have Been A Painter - Signals Midwest

We watched the sunset from an industrial apartment complex

I was congested

You probably killed half a pack

And as the smell of smoke and sweat wove itself into our clothing fabric

You spoke a sour truth that I wanted to get back

Come on, give it back

Radiator hiss and the pipes that ping inside our hollow walls

Felt like the first kiss after coming home from a war

When you opened the side door from the driver’s seat and beckoned me in

So tell me exactly: What do you think I came here for?

I should have been a painter

I should find a way to live a little better now

Tell me why we don’t end up where we expect to

I should have been a painter

I should find a way to live a little better now

Tell me why we don’t end up where we expect to

I should have been a painter

I should balance out the common and the colorful

Tell me why the two of us could never share a frame