Art Smock

I want to know what happened to you I liked you better in your art smock, mocking art rock Without intention, without design You said you'd never be fine with being fine, or mine So we went out to see your favorite band, Left when we saw they were bone and skin and 77 And I wanted to be something like you And nothing like them What you wanted I never knew I was a mess but so were you I should have guessed it was going to fall To pieces in my hands again I'm broken where I stand again I never learn this lesson right, But I want you here You learned to mingle with a well-bred crowd, Straightened your hair and forgot all about Torn jeans and sweaters from the lost and found, Dropped some pounds and the people that you used to hang around What you wanted I never knew I was a mess but you turned so cruel I should have guessed it was going to fall To pieces in my hands again I'm broken where I stand again I never learn this lesson right When I spent the night it just felt wrong, Like a Felt song, I'm off the throne And I need you here, and you're not around --- Art Smock - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart