Pictures He Drew

[Ashra]

Pictures He Drew
by: Bowling For Soup

He got up this morning,
Rolled out of bed,
And went out to change the world.
Her head on his shoulder,
He settles her down,
It all started over and over again.

His mom made him breakfast,
He got on the bus,
And went out to see the world.
He lies on the ground,
Wipes blood from his nose and wonders
Why he's the one that doesn't fit in

The pictures he drew,
But if only they told him
"You're never gonna be like anyone
And that's okay.
Give in to your feelings,
Don't give in to the one that'll own ya
Sometimes they just don't go away."

Six double martinis, a night on the town
Sure makes the mornings long.
He never imagined a lifetime like this
Would be the only thing that let him get in

To the pictures he drew,
But if only they told him,
"You're never gonna be like anyone
And that's okay.
Give in to your feelings,
Don't give in to the one's that'll own ya.
Sometimes they just don't go away."

He gets up,
He falls down,
And wishes he could get the nerve to end it all now.
He picks up the phone and
He slams it down,
And swallows another,
Now he'll never come round.
It's all or none,
It's one for one.
You can make it but
You gotta do it all for yourself!