I was given a cream canvas
That was clean and pure and unused
I dirtied it with age

I was given a cream canvas
And with anger and hatred
I dirtied it with crimson

I was given a cream canvas
I wanted to cover the red
I dirtied it with drawings

I was given a cream canvas
That aged alongside myself
I dirtied it with age

I was given a cream canvas
The cream canvas was my skin
I dirtied it with life.