Someone help me take my last shot
And lets leave this dim room
I've made sure every bottle has had its share
I'm lost hold me I'm stumbling threw it all
But this picture I'm painting for you
Hang it up on your wall its painted with these tears
She hates you
Lets except it and get closer to completition

Where am I now?
Laying here on your couch
Are you an angel?
Make me into a portrait
I'm only 18 and not cool enough to forfeit
Quit asking me if I've had enough

I'll take my pain
Write it in a picture story
This room is sickeningly the same
Let me throw up so I can tell you something
I'm not ok I'm my mother's masterpeice
From all these guilt trips
And what have I done who have I done this with

These things have nothing to prove
Make me into a portrait
I'm only 18 and not cool enough to forfeit
Quit asking me if I've had enough
Paint it imperfect
Just like this ugly face you try to pick up

I'm not sad
I haven't had enough
This floor is my friend I swear it
This stool is the most comforting
This all thats left of me these days
Not cool enough to be a masterpeice
-To fractious to be yours
Your to gorgeous...whats your name
This masterpeice is yours to keep


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Never Thought This Is What You Meant By I'm A Bitter Masterpiece song meanings
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    General CommentSomeone help me take my last shot
    And lets leave this dim room
    I've made sure every bottle has had its share
    I'm lost hold me I'm stumbling threw it all(about a heart break)
    But this picture I'm painting for you
    Hang it up on your wall its painted with these tears(basicly saying that every time you close your eyes you still see them)
    She hates you
    Lets except it and get closer to completition(getting over it)

    Where am I now?
    Laying here on your couch
    Are you an angel?
    Make me into a portrait
    I'm only 18 and not cool enough to forfeit
    Quit asking me if I've had enough(at erick's house or joe's house pictured in my head after drinking to much and complaining about not having enough to drink. pretty much so depressed i wanted to die from drinking to much)

    I'll take my pain
    Write it in a picture story
    This room is sickeningly the same
    Let me throw up so I can tell you something(basicly saying that every word i write is for a reason in every song)
    I'm not ok I'm my mother's masterpeice(explains itself)
    From all these guilt trips
    And what have I done who have I done this with(about one night stands and guilty conscience)

    These things have nothing to prove
    Make me into a portrait
    I'm only 18 and not cool enough to forfeit
    Quit asking me if I've had enough

    Paint it imperfect
    Just like this ugly face you try to pick up(talking to my mother this actually out of one of my first suicide notes I said, "Paint a picture of me, Paint it imperfect, Just like me, This gun will paint it better, As you pick it up off the floor.")

    I'm not sad
    I haven't had enough
    This floor is my friend I swear it(So drunk can't stand)
    This stool is the most comforting
    This all thats left of me these days
    Not cool enough to be a masterpeice
    -To fractious to be yours
    Your to gorgeous...whats your name
    This masterpeice is yours to keep (to someone i really care about)
    pillowjoeshinfoon January 30, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThis song is about masterpieces... That are bitter.
    doofy_mcobviouson January 30, 2008   Link

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