Week 7: You're Not an Art Teacher Anymore Video (MV)

If I squint I can see green fields through faded white Venetian blinds
It's been a while since I sung about funerals
Been a while since I thought about mine
But I'm here, helping you through this fear
The fear you lived through with me

Then I wonder who I'd be
If I'd stayed here in this town

I've been spending all my money on music and pornography
And If I'm being honest it's not working economically
So predominantly I've been thinking about the past
Painting fences in the summertime, or that summer
That you took up wine
I'm assuming so that you could grit your teeth and sleep with me

You're not an art teacher anymore