She's an Artist

I was feeding ducks in Central Park until the dawn

Didn’t wanna sleep cuz then the magic would’ve gone

I was smoking cigarettes cuz I felt invincible then

I was feeling you and you were touching on my sleeve

Asked if you played instruments you said the tambourine

Sparkles like a spell, floats me in and out of third person

And she’s an artist

Drawing hearts upon the skin

Right above where my heart is

Feels like falling in love

I’m addicted to the rush of love and then I dip

I just want the flowers and the sodas the old shit

I just wanna be fucking you all night long

Cuz you’re the artist

Drawing hearts upon the skin

Right above where my heart is

Feels like falling in love

And she’s an artist…