The Picture

"I'll paint you a picture

I'll paint it with a twist

I'll paint it with a razor

I'll paint it on my wrist

Now my arms are ******

So ****** and torn

Those are broken feelings

Dripping on the floor

Then one day I'll have had enough

But then there's one more twist

On that day I'll love to say

The picture won't be on my wrist

But on my throat

Perhaps of a boat

So I can sail away

It'll be bright red and dripping wet

Oh that'll be the day

All these things I've told you

Are my lifes little fixtures

But here upon my ****** wrist

I've painted you a picture."

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