She made a painting out of me
Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used
Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days
Reckless with her brushes
She took black and spread it across covering all the white
It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues
Mostly blues
The crystal clear tear blues
The deep water I can't swim in blues
The bruise blues
I mean it's just a painting, right?

Her masterpiece