Paint by Numbers

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] So 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 [Verse 2] Gotta get away, maybe we should stay Seated in a town on the verge of explosion New York and LA, no one listening anyway Busy predicting the next big thing [Chorus 2] 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 [Bridge] Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride [Break] [Verse 3] In his dusty house, in his dirty clothes Seated in a town overrun by tourists Struggling with a tune so alone he composes Bittersweet ditty in the third person [Chorus 3] So why star in your fictional stories? Why try to deny your criminals and thieves? Go ahead, paint by number, phony fake IDs Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity Then do it again [Bridge] Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride Put the keys into the car, put the car into drive Put the car into drive, and take us for a ride You can take us to the moon, take us for a ride