Picking flowers out of the trash
Don't ask me where I've been
I can't tell you that

Run your fingers down my spine
Can you feel all the places
That have slipped out of line?

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Paint a picture of today
I've come to know that it'll never be the same
Paint a picture on my face
And let the tears wash you away

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Let me swim inside your clothes
And read the story on my skin
Like a blind man's prose

Fix the broken parts of me
The marks that misery has left
Only you have seen

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Paint a picture of right now
Use your hands to carve a new standing ground
Paint a picture on my skin
Eyelashes stirring paint like the wind

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Angels fly
Like teardrops in the sky
Floating up, until they reach
A better life

And angels, they fall
From snowy mountaintops
Into a garden of
Floating teardrops

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Paint a picture of right here
Your breath lingering behind my ear
Paint a picture of goodbye
Oh love, don't make me cry
Don't make me cry