I became an artist to try and heal the rift in my chest
It fuels the art that I beat myself up for cos it’s not my best
I share my art with the public I am reinstalled with praise
Compliments are cut down by one criticism hangin round for days

Art makes me whole so I can break apart

I became professional so I could fill myself up with pride
The higher up the ladder the more I saw there was nowhere to hide
Yeah for a while I was comfortable but that felt kinda weird so I got scared
Rejected myself in advance well they say it is good to be prepared.

Art makes me whole so I can break apart

I’m Selling Myself

I’m selling myself like I am a bottle of milk
I’m milking myself like I’m a cash cow
Forced to self-farm when its owner lost interest
All milk looks the same so I’ve got to think about labelling
Super dupe milk yeah it’s you beaut
It’s got a pretty blue picture of a little girl crying

Don’t cry over skim milk
I spilt a glass of myself all over the keyboard
And now the I is stuck

I’m shelling myself like I am a hermit crab
I’m painting the shell and selling it to the girl
Who sells the shells on the seashore black market
Now I’m a slug all dry and encrusted with sand
Shelter I seek inside a coke can
Now I’m being paid for unique branded content

Don’t cry over skim milk
The milk of human cowness is all over the keyboard
Now the M and the O are stuck

I’m selling myself like I am a used car salesman
More hits than Elvis
There’s miles on the speedo
I’m wearing speedos
Oh god someone help me
Interview miss universe anxiety dream
I tell all the girls how I’d change the world
Ya de ya handjobs
Please buy my album

Don’t lie over middle class guilt
I write in the third person
And second guess the first one
And write till there’s no one left