Oh painter oh painter show me my future because I have become blind and oh poets read me your story's because I have become deaf.

Ill paint you a picture of what I see in my head but I promise you it won't be pretty, and today is really only a future of yesterday so where is my grandpa, and oh God you've been such a great listener but I wish you could talk to me now, just talk me through this mess in my head.

I can't hold on to this when I cant hold onto my own reality, and today I think it's tomorrow but I think it's only yesterday so hold onto me but hold on tight because I can't hold onto anything.

So wait for me by the river where I cant swim because I'm already drowning so what's the difference.

I think I have a demon in my head, maybe that's why I see hell every day and maybe that's why I can't sleep.

I'm just a past pretense of what you think I am so don't set me free.

These trees set my home on fire but that's ok because I burnt their roots first, so step close to me and ill step on your toes so step close to me.

I wish I could paint you my heart so you can have a piece of me but my hands are stones so throw me in the water.

I can see my sun rise but I'm still waiting for the moon, so leave me here today because tomorrow ill be gone.

I memorize those words but no one eats at my table but everyone is starving when I'm floating in the river.

But just know this world is not my home and I will see my sun rise with the moon and ill see everything come into place, so leave me here to bloom or to rot but either way ill be set free.