My physical canvas is blank,
But my body is tattered with paint,
A mixture of the blue and green you made,
I know I should've given you a reason to stay.
I look at the street lamps,
That make me think of your eyes that soak in the light,
I wish I could wash away my old colors,

But I can't help but be the moth attracted to your distracting light.
I know I should've given you a reason to stay.
I know I should've given you a reason to stay.
Please stay.