we took a walk past the picnic tables
we used to eat hot dogs and read fables
past the winding steps into the woods
where the river bends and the rocks are good
there's a little bridge where no one can see
you'll write your name there belong to me
and i'll write my name too belong to you
and we'll become one with the spray can fumes

i'm living for my art now
i don't need you
i'm living for my art
my heart is true
i'm living for my art now
i don't need you
i'm living for my art
my heart is true

my career is oh-so-hot suddenly
i write about things that i used to see
we used to write our names under bridges at dawn
and now they utter "Cy" on every thing that's on

i'm living for my art now
i don't need you
i'm living for my art
my heart is true
i'm living for my art
it's so damn true
i'm living for my art
i don't need you
i'm living for my art
my heart is true
i'm living for my art
i don't need you

something to do while you're put on this earth
you think it's all good
you think you'll draw what you're worth
but your soul is smeared just like the charcoal you use
you just have to be what they want you to
you live in museums
and on a textbook page
your work defines the spirit of the age
you work this hard but do you feel this good
your soul is smeared because art is a curse
you just have to be what they want you to be
your soul's as empty as you'd like it to be

you live for your art now
you don't have you
you live for your art
but you still need food

i'm living for my art now
i don't need you
i'm living for my art
my heart is true
i'm living for my art now
my art is good
i'm living for my art
i don't need you
i'm living for my art now
my art is good
i'm living for my art
my art