no one to sniff with
all by myself
no one to whiff with
pull the can down from the shelf
paint mist, i'm cravin'
my favorite is gold...or blue

now, it could be curtains
you'll die from this stuff
i know for certain
its truly dumb to huff
paint mist, i'm cravin'
i rave and i rant, its true

nice aroma
in a coma
can't go nowhere
why would i dare ?
the rushes are worth waitin' for, believe me

i can't concentrate
nothing, do i know
i regurgitate
i sway with vertigo
paint mist, i'm cravin'
i've waited enough...i'm due