Lyric There Goes My Inspiration

They say pain can bring out the artist s best
But since you ve been gone, I just can t care less
Common sense doesn t realize
It can hurt so bad
Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor
But my heart isn t in it anymore

There goes my inspiration
My reason for creation
There goes my inspiration
I felt it fly away when you said goodbye

Me and Gaugin used to party down
I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir s pal
Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me
Now they don t come round
It s all over town that the master s lost his touch
I m so lost I can hardly hold a brush

And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
And all the other art lovers stay away
cause I m bringing them down

Now I wander the left bank every day
Searching for my muse in sad cafes
Peddle my oils to the galleries
But they turn me down
Everybody says I m a master of technique
But the style and the sentiment is weak