Isaac Thomas - Price of Art Lyrics

Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art
Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art

Well I am the man who won't go very far
Well I just can't stop thinking about what we are
And it's hard for me to sell myself when everything seems so vain
The pursuit of money, of pussy and fame
Well maybe that's just me feeding my ego
Well I don't know and it's a long road I've been walking down far too long

When did I grow so cold?
Surely this couldn't have been told

So I'll just sit here playing my guitar
It may not take me very far but it's what I love
Blood, sweat, hours and tears
Just so some people who don't know me can say that I'm good

Well I guess that's just the price of art
Well I guess that's just the price of art

Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art
Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art