When I wake up, why wake up's what I'm wondering but I 
still try'Cause we both know it's just some paint on 
some canvas but it's still life
Are you getting the sense that your days are numbered, 
but still hoping they end fast?
Is it consolation to know that it will end; you just 
have to be patient
I don't mean to be bleak but that's the sense that I 
get when we speak
I don't like to showboat because everything that I've 
done, you co-wrote
I scored a film on a notepad; you're in the credits so 
you should know that
In subtitles I wrote that 'Oh I Love You, How I love 
You'
When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always 
mine
And we both know we're just painted on canvas but it's 
still life
And at the end of the gold rush your heart was so 
crushed that now it can't hold much
It's not funny, don't dare laugh, it's running uphill 
with your leg in a bear trap
I don't mean to be bleak but that's the sense that I 
get when we speak
I don't like to showboat because everything that I've 
done, you co-wrote
I wrote a book on a notepad, you're in each chapter so 
you should know that
In block letters I wrote that 'Oh I Love You, How I 
Love You'
When I wake up, why wake up's what I'm wondering but I 
still try
'Cause we both know it's just some paint on some canvas 
but it's still life
It turns out this is hopeless and far too thick for you 
and I to cope with
We're just Jeckyl and Hyde-ing, on snakes and ladders 
we're slipping and sliding
I don't mean to be bleak but that's the sense that I 
get when we speak
I don't like to showboat because everything that I've 
done, you co-wrote
I paint pictures on notepads, you're in each one so I 
hope you know that
And in the corner I wrote that 'Oh I Love You, How I 
Love You'
When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always 
mine
And we both know we're just painted on canvas but it's 
still life