cakes and paintings

oh compromise, foul compromise
iv paid homage long enough to your gods of deceit
i have heard it's the small stones that cause the greatest falls
ive told myself a thousand times for 7 years
"let bakers bake and the painters paint."
Oh, but "I'd die to present my own cake and paintings!"
but the apron chokes my neck
and paint fumes are brutal killers
so maybe i dont mean what i say!
im no baker, and im no artist
but this itch will never go away
...so I guess I swear I will be someday
if the apron never chokes
and paint fumes arent so bad
its the small stones that make us fall
and the little foxes that steal from our souls
but maybe cakes taste sour and paintings are worthless
unless there's a price to be paid to scratch this itch