Never Thought This Is What You Meant By I'm A Bitter Masterpiece

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(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)

This song is about masterpieces... That are bitter.