If you need to,
Then you can break me too.
I got lots to share,
And you have a greedy mouth.
Filthy, those private filthy whispers,
My name sounds better when it's said by you.
-
Paint, how this craving paints us,
The type of colour you can never quite wash off.
I don’t scrub,
And you smile at the new stains.
If you want to,
Then you can love me too.
Together we’ll once again scrape the remains of us off the floor
Mold them into fine art
People might say it’s messy
But I know how beautiful we are
After all, I got an eye for beauty
I have an eye for you.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
If you need to,
Then you can break me too.
I got lots to share,
And you have a greedy mouth.
Filthy, those private filthy whispers,
My name sounds better when it's said by you.
-
Paint, how this craving paints us,
The type of colour you can never quite wash off.
I don’t scrub,
And you smile at the new stains.
If you want to,
Then you can love me too.
Together we’ll once again scrape the remains of us off the floor
Mold them into fine art
People might say it’s messy
But I know how beautiful we are
After all, I got an eye for beauty
I have an eye for you.
