Paint By Numbers

In my dusty house In my dirty clothes Seated in a town on the verge of extinction Struggling with a tune Alone I compose a bittersweet ditty About an ex-girlfriend But why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number Catchy melody Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity Then do it again Gotta get away Maybe we should stay Seated in a town on the verge of explosion New York and LA Noone listening anyway Busy predicting the next big thing So why bother with changing scenery? Why pack up the car and move to California? Why not paint by number Catchy melody Playing all the parts in deadly harmony Then do it again Put the keys into the car Put the car into drive You can take us to the moon Just take us for a ride In his dusty house In his dirty clothes Seated in a town overrun by tourists Struggling with a tune so alone he composes A bittersweet ditty in the 3rd person So why star in your fictional stories? Why try to deny your criminal and thieves? Go ahead Paint By Number Phony fake I.D.'s Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity, then do it again -repeat chorus-