look

Don't you ever look at me
And I will die in your fantasy
Oh, don't you ever look at me
A burnin' body, nothing to see here
It's a new year, holding old fears
Through new jaded eyes
Being honest
You're so heartless, not an artist
You can't empathize with anyone

Oh, don't you ever look at me
Daniel Johnston at the piano
In a video, in a meltdown
On an iPhone screen
Listen up, I'll tell a story
'Bout an artist growing old and terrified
Growing old and paranoid
Growing old and terrified

Six seraphim in the form of a bug
Said: Don't you ever look at me
And I will die in your fantasy
Earlier, when I said: Six
I probably should've written five
Listen up, I'll tell a story, 'bout an artist
Growin' old and terrified