"Always The Artist" lyrics

Always the artist, but never the muse
How I'd love to spend a lifetime of being pursued

Cursed to write poetry without any wrote for me
I don't know which feeling is worse
To be an artist without a pen, or a muse without an artist, then?
I guess, either way, it just works

Always the artist, but never the muse
How I'd love to spend a lifetime of being pursued
I'd pin up your paintings all over town
If my love could be a thing you could never put down

The devil's just out of reach, swear to God, he's out for me
A fear that I'll never outrun
I feel deeper than an ocean floor, the heart on my sleeve has worn off
As my threads come undone

I've never had enemies, but plenty of scars
And though they've all healed, they still pull at my heart
It was nothing you've said, more what you haven't done
Oh, the things I would give to be loved by someone

Mmm, mmm