Widespread Panic - Tortured Artist lyrics

Feelin' ticklish, just met a new girl
She's got a tattoo, said she remembers you
Oh, one day waitin' out the rain

She embroidered the portrait of a
Tortured artist on your sleeve

Laugh at your own jokes
Ooh wouldn't dare laugh at yourself
What a surprise happy, happy birthday to you
Oh you're mama's little dream come true
She painted the colors of the sunset
With her fingers on my teepee

Likes cold, cold wine
Cradled in the evening sky
Drinks in the deep dark reds
Of romance and poetry
Laughs out loud as movie
Stars shed their tears
In her sleep, she dreams with melancholoy

And I know, I know I'm just like you
I was leaving in a way, I'm already gone
Still young, though, oozing to the radio
Oh, like poetry, a tired cowboy
Who just let his horse run free

I know, ooh, I'm just like you
Not goin' anywhere feel near gone
There's a van passing fast moving in stereo

Barely see her face or maybe outline
I'm not, I can barely see

Even as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
Laughing loud