Ballad of Y & S

Time to say goodbye To my double platinum from summer Wiped a nose bleed with my white jean Jacket fringe from the stress of this martyrdom Welcome to my stash Potent colours I make predominant Turn the blue brights off when passing Out of an abundance of passion I am an artist and I am for hire Taking materials out of the pyre Working for lovers, hunting for meaning You can take it from me At the Victory Bar There's a neon in serifs I admire Scratch the logo off the matchbook 'Fore I do my face up for rush hour I am an artist with keys to the city In my possession once everyone leaves Working for pundits, unsure of their feelings You can take them from me You can take them from me I am an artist, I'll say whatever Drinking the cool whip, maniacally chattering I'm an artist, two times with feelings Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me? Can you take them from me?