waste of paint

Singer:bright eyes

i have a friend; he's mostly made of pain

and he wakes up

drives to work and straight back home again

he once cut one of my nightmares out of paper

i thought it was beautiful

i put it on a record cover

and i tried to tell him that he had a sense

of color and composition so magnificent

and he said

thank you please

Lyric Context: waste of paint - bright eyes