Artistic Felony

Small town dreams fit in a little body Wet footsteps in the hallway, cruising in the car Sand castles, sand dunes, sand specks everywhere That was just yesterday

Saw your room, looks like it's getting emptied Reaching for those lights out in the big city Loud cars, loud traffic, loud things everywhere That was your yesterday

Typing your life away Make sure no mistakes are made

'Cause I will be waiting for your return I will be here when the skies become clear When the letters become too stubborn

'Cause I will be screaming from the top of my lungs I will stand still even when the ocean's raging When the time becomes too short

Artistic felony, did you paint me, honey Boxes of agony hidden in the attic, webby Dusty mirror, dusty swords, dusty surfaces everywhere That was my yesterday

Typing your life away Make sure no mistakes are made

'Cause I have been waiting for your return I've been here when the skies are clear When the letters are too stubborn

'Cause I have been screaming from my sleep Been still even when there's a raging storm When the time is too short

Oh, what a time, it has become too short

This, I stand on top of my mountain Artistic felony waiting to happen So poetic, oblivion The words I throw at the shooting star Artistic felony, I am wounded deeply

'Cause I waited for your return Was here when the skies were clear When the letters were too stubborn

I screamed from my sleep Even when there was a raging storm Time was too short

Oh, what a time, it has become too short Artistic felony, hope my dreams are still with me