Face Painting

By: Vincent Picard

 

Come up looking to have a good time,

Find a girl on the beach, who looks too fine,

Possibly the one to call mine.

Kick it with my boys the ones i believe in,

but I can’t find them must have flown away for the season,

weird… I just saw them last weekend.

I check out the crowd see who I know,

But all I see is painted on faces must be a show.

I walk through; all I get are stares,

No hi or hello there’s.

I start to feel judged, man this isn’t fair,

I forgot my face painting on the stairs,

I wasn’t prepared.

This is more then I can take, the entire eye glaring

Why do I have to walk around and be faking?

Really just want to walk around being me and be accepted for that,

But for our generation who’s got time for that??

All we do is talk a bunch of smack, when it comes time to act

We fall on our faces like wack!

Can’t talk about how I feel cause that’s frowned upon,

Boy don’t be talking smack, your sound is on.

I finally see the guys, I shake their hands,

Then disperse to only come back when I’ve left the area

Only thought that comes to mind is “sorry if I embarrassed ya”….

 

Came up lookin to have a good time,

Guess the fault was mine,

Should have remembered the face painting, won’t forget it next time.