"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."