I'm not lost
I am found
Within the writings
On her skin
She picked roses
I picked mine
Now their lost,
Past their time
Draw me again
What a picture to be
A world of possible
Renderings
The loss is not mine
For I am you see
A picture of a broken memory
Paint my love
Paint it pink
For this is the color of
Our mystery
It took one to know you
Now that's not the case
It feels like I'm brused
When can I erase?
Paint my love
Paint it pink
For this is the color of
What could have been
It took one to know you
Now that's not the case
It feels like I'm brused
When can I erase?
What am I now
With bruses all over
I call them tattoos
You could call this closure
I am not who you thought that I would be
I'm messed up and torn
This isn't the real me
I was just comfort to your little game
I always will be the one to blame
When things go wrong
And you fall down the stairs
I am your comfort
Don't let me live fair
Paint my love
Paint it pink
For this is the color of
Our mystery
It took one to know you
Now that's not the case
It feels like I'm brused
When can I erase?
Paint my love
Paint it pink
For this is the color of
What could have been
It took one to know you
Now that's not the case
It feels like I'm brused
When can I erase?
This hurts more than you know
To puncture things that were lost long ago
Lets just move on and burn all into past
These tattoos wont draw themselves.
