Arts & Crafts Lyrics

If I die at 29

Please tell my mother not to cry

And blame herself I know she'll try

To turn the pages back

And send my love to Mary Lou

The girl who did all she could do

Rest assured it wasn't you

Who broke my back in half

And no don't say I was the one

Chasing visions ain't that fun

Living life out on the run

Only got us nowhere

'Cause people tend to come and go

Lovers dream and dreamers know

Far too much to make it so

So earth to you I'm sinking

I don't want any more of this

Arts and crafts like it's politics

Climb up the rungs but I always slip

Away

If I live 'til 95

Wife and children by my side

Will it all be worth the ride?

Surely I'll have suffered

Painful bliss and sweet despair

Words I write to clear the air

Can't picture myself getting there.

Smoke rings play the buffer

Nicotine and THC

CBD and DMT

Glass and paper choking me

Cut my lungs a little

And one day soon you ought to know

How much I think of letting go

To spiral head first in the snow

Was all I ever wanted

I can't take any more of this

Arts and crafts like it's politics

Climb up the rungs like a hypocrite

One more this time then I'll start to slip

Away

But I'll be singing

How many roads must I walk down tonight

How many mountains must I climb up

How many roads must I walk down tonight

How many mountains must I climb up

How many roads must I walk down tonight

How many mountains must I climb up

How many roads must I walk down tonight

How many mountains must I climb up