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?