One day I woke up thinking,
"Maybe I'm not a drama student anymore"
There's an annoying little voice in my head that's constantly telling me,
"Paint. Paint and you'll be happy"

I wonder what it's like doing an art degree
Sure, it must be tiring as hell, but I don't mind spending hours in front of a canvas not needing any interaction with humans just so I can find myself again.
Some days I get embarrassed, even when I'm alone, on my own

I don't like one bit of it at all

Can I detach myself from my emotions
Because they are just not helping
Somebody tell Paul Layzell I'm going to art school