I would've meant it if I'd said it
But I didn't think to say it at the time
And you never really said it with your mouth
And only one time with your eyes
And you would get if you'd get it 'cause I know that you're the type
Who gets it when they get it and they always get it right
I hate that type
I hate that type
Now I am sitting in your bed
In your bedroom with my new homework machine
And I am playing with your cat with bits of string
And I am waiting patiently
And you are out with a woman at exhibits about people like me
With a woman at exhibits about people like me
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
'Cause you don't like art, you just buy and sell
And you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it well
So I brought this on myself
I can't say I disagree
Take that woman to exhibits about people like me
Me
I am at home with my watercolours filling in my life with you
My life without
I am at home with my watercolours while you are out
I would've meant it if I'd said it
But I didn't think to say it and I'm shy
So I hid inside my t-shirt
And I looked the other way when you walked by
And I gathered up my things and I dusted off my bike
And I found a quiet place where I could sit and i could write
And I wrote this
And I wrote this
And you would get it if you'd get it
'Cause I know that you're the type
Who gets it when they get it
And they never have to write it on paper
On paper
But you never got it, never, not to tell you the truth
'Cause you show up to my shows and think I'm singing about you
And I'm not
Oh no I'm not
And I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
No, I don't
'Cause you don't like art, you just buy buy sell
And you wouldn't give it up if you were getting it well
So I brought this on myself
I can't say I disagree
Bring that woman to my concert and she tells you that she likes me
She likes me
Now I am at home with my watercolours filling in my life with you
My life without
I am at home with my watercolours while you are out
And all my friends and the issues that we face
You wanna stick us in a box, you wanna put us in our place
And maybe hang us on a wall, then leave me out to dry
Was I a joke? Was I a freak? Or just too much alive?
Alive
I am at home with my watercolours, filling in my life with you
My life without
I am at home with my watercolours, blotting it out