could i be your muse? Lyrics

Died before turning twenty-three

Simonetta Vespucci

Crowned the greatest beauty in all of Italy

Still after centuries

Tourists come to this gallery

Sit, stare, gawk at the painting

The Birth of Venus, it beckons me

And I wonder

What would it be like

To be immortalized

To know that long after you die

You'll be alive

Could I be

Could I be

Your muse

I know that you don't have an artistic bone in you

But could you write me poetry

I don't give a shit if it's shitty

Don't need a Botticelli

Worthy of The Uffizi

But I'm just tired

Of it always being you

So could I, could I please be your muse

Ahhh

After we met

Seized some paper and a pen

And there and then, it began

My artistic exploration

Now forever you'll be

Plastered on walls

And blasted through speakers

While I will be neither

Don't wonder

What it would be like

You're already immortalized

Long after you die

You'll be alive

But I won't survive

Could I be

Could I be

Your muse

I know that you don't have an artistic bone in you

But go write me poetry

I don't give a shit if it's shitty

Don't need a Botticelli

Worthy of The Uffizi

But I'm just tired

Of it always being you

So could I, could I please

Be your muse

Ahhh

Ahhh

Is there a carbon footprint of me

Do I exist outside of your fading memories

Oh, I know it's not your expertise

But you're immortalized

In everything I write

And this is what I get

Dare to tell me the singing's worth it

So

Could I be

Could I be

Your muse

I'm tired of always

Making one out of you

So go write me poetry

I don't give a shit if it's shitty

Don't need a Botticelli

Worthy of The Uffizi

But I'm sick and tired

Of it always being you

So could I

Could I please

Be your muse

Ahhh

Ahhh

Tired of it always being you

Please just let me

Let me be your muse