We paint these walls inside our head
Replicated in our dread
I wish I could tell you
What I've been meaning to say
It keeps trailing behind me
Night and day
She paints the world with
A shade of pink
Roses are red
Her tears are on their brink
She falls into her thoughts like the
Kitchen sink
What if I'm drowning her
What if I can't blink
She's waking up screaming again
She's filling my head
With words she has said
I can't seem to lye in my bed
The sheets are wrapping around
My neck again
Maybe she wanted this
Maybe she wanted to be read
But I'm sick of the story telling
I don't want to learn fables
What if shes breaking tables
She's as twisted as
Television cables
I'm singing to her in my sleep
Through my mouth
Promises I can't keep
I'm not begging or
Getting on my knees
I'd rather live in poverty
She laughs like a stiff drink
Yet she keeps forgetting
To think
