Caricature Video (MV)

I am not who she claimed
I ain't a poet, I'm a guitar player
I don't know secret things
I just a' hear the melodies that they sing
But she saw me prime and pure
She was in love with a caricature
I lost my faith, I fell from grace
Flat on my face for that girl

She was a bell, a southern bell
I caught her fishing at the wishing well
I mistook good looks for grace
She took my love then threw it back in my face
Sayin', "child, so immature"
She was attackin' a caricature
Oh father God, what went wrong
She's left and long gone for sure

Soon my new love was rum in a cup
It's just as fun until the sun it comes up
But soon enough, I got caught
I got arrested sippin' on the sidewalk
I thought for sure, I'd found the cure
Turns out the cure was just a caricature
Oh drunken peace, the judged disease
Cause morning memory's just a blur

Now I'm back where I began
Tryin' to find the roots of who I am
Should I be glad or blue
I hope to God I'm young enough to choose
The more truth I seek to secure
The more I'm starin' at a caricature
Oh what's the use, I'm blind, confused
Bound to lose, that's for sure