"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."
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 2:26 PM UTC
"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."
