Ashley Esper It's Called Art
I am creative but I'm drawing a blank as I
paint a picture of you
I crave high contrast
I think I'll add more red flags
I ignore the beauty in your detail
Now I'm switching up my perspective
I default to my technique of subjective storytelling
And it's called art
It's called self-destruction
I force the disillusionment
And now I don't know what the truth is
I call it art
Give me some inspiration, no more Mr. Nice Guy
Be my muse before I amuse myself cuz
I should feel safe but I'm bored
I know that's not normal
And my imagination overrules me
I sacrifice true love because pain fuels me
It's called art
It's called self-destruction
I force the disillusionment
And now I don't know what the truth is
I call it art
Would you look how abstract I am
Don't try to find my meaning
It's complex, it's a talent
It's called art
It's called self-destruction
I force the disillusionment
And now I don't know what the truth is
I call it art (the truth is, it's complex)
I call it art (the truth is, it's complex)
I call it art
