Paintbrush

Color


The patterns of the will reflect the effect of movements away
From pictures of the past you craft liberally and clearly
An energetic use of concentrated insincerity
Provides a background around anything that s hidden from me

Strokes of the brush within the other
The way you ruin with your color

I need something like that a place to run from all relentless space
Provisions of boring whites and lifeless time that s been shoved in my face
A second state regardless of the weight of all the shit you take from me
In time I turn around I stop there s someone in my face

Strokes of the brush within the other
The way you ruin with your color
What s happened to you was once within me and inane
To make the day with pattern play
I guess I can be the same

I kept you d say something you fucking cowards out to run in strides
Gonna lie when you say something you fucking cowards out to run in strides
Out to say something you fucking cowards