I grab a brush,
Just to ruin the painting
And with my pen,
I'll disrupt the flow
When I open my mouth,
I butcher the chorus
And I only spew facts,
Everyone already knows
A walking disaster,
Filled with good intent
Busting through walls,
Instead of being let in
Happy to be here,
Not knowing when to leave
Mistake after mistake,
Never stopping to just breathe
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 8:52 PM UTC
I grab a brush,
Just to ruin the painting
And with my pen,
I'll disrupt the flow
When I open my mouth,
I butcher the chorus
And I only spew facts,
Everyone already knows
A walking disaster,
Filled with good intent
Busting through walls,
Instead of being let in
Happy to be here,
Not knowing when to leave
Mistake after mistake,
Never stopping to just breathe
I wouldn't hold my hand either
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