Art is Hard

"Who's on the seventh floor?
Brewing alternatives"
Spare us all your flowery words
They won't help you here
They won't help you at all

It's ok
I know one day
Someone will say the same things I have said in my place
Art is Hard

"I am the Dice Man
And I take the chance, yeah"
Do you take the chance?
Well I can't believe that
I don't believe that at all

It's ok
I know some day
Someone will say the exact same things You have said in your place
Art is Hard

And there you sit
As same as ever
As idle as a thousand suns

You put your hand to the pencil
And the pencil to the pad
Never has anything so sharp
Ended up so dull and bland

Is tonight just not your night?
Did you set the bar too high?
Crumbling prose
Nobody knows
What I've been going through

Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But they do and they have and they will, yes it's true
And they've articulated it better than you

Money, money's everywhere
But there's not a cent to spend
What do I care?
If I don't get my share?

Am I taking myself too seriously?
Or have I realized I just haven't earned it yet, baby

Because it's never the being that you dream of
It's only the becoming you want
If this wasn't your life would you care what you've got?

Because Art is hard