There goes my Inspiration Songtext / Lyric

They say pain can bring out the artist's best
But since you've been gone, I just can't care less
Common sense doesn't realize
It can hurt so bad
Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor
But my heart isn't in it anymore

There goes my inspiration
My reason for creation
There goes my inspiration
I felt it fly away when you said goodbye

Me and Gaugin used to party down
I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir's pal
Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me
Now they don't come 'round
It's all over town that the master's lost his touch
I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush

And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
And all the other art lovers stay away
'cause I'm bringing them down

Now I wander the left bank every day
Searching for my muse in sad cafes
Peddle my oils to the galleries
But they turn me down
Everybody says I'm a master of technique
But the style and the sentiment is weak