when I painted the house
I was so tired that a piece of me may have slipped into the can
now I'm smeared all over your room
painted in drips like the teardrops our faces know so well
and you have fallen out of love with me
but I live inside your walls
hearing you kiss her so hard
the plaster might just crack
and the pictures we hung up might just shudder off their nails and shatter
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
when I painted the house
I was so tired that a piece of me may have slipped into the can
now I'm smeared all over your room
painted in drips like the teardrops our faces know so well
and you have fallen out of love with me
but I live inside your walls
hearing you kiss her so hard
the plaster might just crack
and the pictures we hung up might just shudder off their nails and shatter