Back Pocket and Me Lyrics

We're all the same now.
We're all the same.
We're all the same now.
We're all the same.
In this picture,
I'm going to try and get an overview.
In this picture,
The lines are blurred but my colors are shining through.
I start with a canvas,
And think about what I want to achieve.
From another angle,
The paintings gonna make a print of me.
Choose the texture.

Carot gold, the kind fit for a king.
But that ain't what I'm about,
So I'll take this earth and I'll mix it in.
Now my paintings ready to begin.
But how big should it be?
Big enough for the mantlepiece of every home,
Or small enough for my back pocket and me?
[REPEAT CHORUS]
I start with the heart now,
The rest will develop from its beat
As it takes shape.
The picture no longer resembles me;
It resembles every living thing I've ever seen or heard,
From the heart of me to a flying bird.
So, now how big should this picture be?
Should it fill the world, or my back pocket and me?
In this picture,
I'm going to try and get an overview.
In this picture,
The lines are blurred but my colors are shining through.
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Everything, everything will be okay.
It will be okay,
'Cause now I know how this picture should be.
It should fill the world, but it also should fill me,
My backpocket and me...