Ooooh my patience is so thin
I don’t even know where to begin
You say my voice is loud
But I think you’re the only one listenin’
I know that’s not true
But it’s like I’m painting in the wrong hue
To a colorblind audience
Who can’t even tell the difference
Burn the canvas or let the colors run?
Holes here and there from my tiny sharp blade
Colors bleeding in the fibers and leaving a stain
All of this is just contraction pains
I can’t wait for the fresh breath of this rebirth of gain.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Ooooh my patience is so thin
I don’t even know where to begin
You say my voice is loud
But I think you’re the only one listenin’
I know that’s not true
But it’s like I’m painting in the wrong hue
To a colorblind audience
Who can’t even tell the difference
Burn the canvas or let the colors run?
Holes here and there from my tiny sharp blade
Colors bleeding in the fibers and leaving a stain
All of this is just contraction pains
I can’t wait for the fresh breath of this rebirth of gain.