Lyrics

She was an artist in her past life
She used to paint everyday
Carrying so many colors like it's 3rd grade
That's why I loved her in so many ways
She took a walk in the park
mmm mmm
Never told me she was crossing down 8th
That was last time we spoke
mmm mmm
Now everyday I just paint her face
And I'm not even a Michael or an Angelo
But now every single canvas is her effin ghost
And I can't seem to get away
From the one I loved the most
Oh how I miss my little Van Gough
How I miss my little Van Gough
How I miss my little Van
How I miss my little Van
Written by: Charlie Heldman, Kyle Garvan
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