Of Paints & Portraits
why do you think that it’s ok to take what you want from me?
& why don’t you notice that I’m trying to break from the enemy?
it goes back & forth. it goes back & forth. it goes back & forth.
but I can’t handle it. I—I can’t handle it no more.
repaint my picture from your head, but it doesn’t look like me.
try to escape all my regrets, yet they’re right in front of me.
I go back & forth. I go back & forth. Oh, I go back & forth.
I can’t handle it. No, I—I can’t handle it no more.
don’t you just think that we should be the ones.
to paint a portrait of a happy home, a happy home.
you take a bite of me, but I can’t feel a thing.