Well I'm an artist

I'm trying so hard not to be one

Because it's in vogue to be an artist

The problem with being an artist is all the 

Neglect

I'm sorry job

I'm sorry apartment and bills

I'm sorry child

Can I transcend parenthood

Can I 

Well I'm an artist 

Science.

I heard about the stars

That the magnesium created

By their burning out

Was also an element common to the human body

Close to the heart

That so much power and fire

Is what we are made of

Is terrific to me

I am made of so much magnesium

So much bright light crashing and burning

So much under pressure smoldering

So much black hole pull

Watch me explode!

My own fault

I always strived for stardom