Paint By Numbers- Spoonboy D A G D A G D A G A D D A G On the playground you learned how to share with the kids, D A G but you still didn't feel you fit in. D A G How fitting your confusion when you turned 16: D A G A D you knew how to paint by numbers, but you knew it wasn't rock and roll. D A G you learned tight pants, spray paint, and eyeliner. D A G you said glam rock would save your soul. D A But you couldn't grasp that the rebellion you wanted G A D wasn't something you could ever be sold. E G A ANd I never understood how someone could be so willing to be E G A absorbed into what I never thought could pass as identity. E G And I always felt bad for the kids who had to share their faces D A G with sad teenagers across the world D A who'd found something to fill their loss, G A D without ever addressing the cause. D A Then I saw your speech patterns imitated exactly G D by a girl in seattle and again in minneapolis, D A G so i guess you must have learned that from tv. D A you said you'd find yourself for real, G D but fell that far from the goal. D A G D you had to paint by numbers but knew it wasn't r-r-r-rock and roll.