I draw
I draw a face
Is it yours?
No, not exactly

Because I draw from memory
And my memories are weak
I'm sorry
I have no pictures of your smiling face

I draw
I draw a bird
No, not a crow
A raven
Very different birds.

I don't draw it dark enough
I'm too scared
If it's too dark,  there's no going back
Don't touch the 9b

I draw
I draw a storm
Not my storm, no
Just a storm

Wreaking through the houses
The walls
The roof
Just to get to you
And I let it

I draw
I draw a mountain
That I will not climb
I refuse, it's too big

A mountain of my fears is always too big
I don't wish to try
To climb
The things I cannot control

I draw
I draw tears
Tears that were mine
But no longer Belong to me

The tears for you that I shed
The tears I wish I did not have
The tears rolling in the back of my head
The tears wishing you never bleed

I draw

Could have done better
But the dealer had it stacked
Little bit better
But it's done
And it's been packed
I've been searching for someone
True, like me she's blue  
I'm telling all my friends
This song, it's for you
  
Bad draw
I've seen it in my dreams
Bad draw
Wasn't luck that brought me greed
Bad draw
It was cousin's kissing dream
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad draw
  
I was licking something special
Before I was a teen
It seem like it would last forever
But that was just a dream
My baby wore a different card
She'd always been a tease
And why am I here
In the middle
Stuck inside this scene
  
Bad draw
You've seen it on T.V.
Bad draw
It's been in every magazine
Bad draw
Yea, she was a tease
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad draw
  
Her night gown teased me
Like a soap star on T.V.
She could go from vamp to *****
In a minute minus three
When I fell upon her
I fell down on my knees
I guess I should have known then
Of her power over me
I was never once a man
When she was fifty-three
Yet, the guilt still hangs upon my soul
And she's still my prettiest girl
Still my prettiest girl
  
Could have done better
Bet the dealer had it stacked  
Little bit better
Now it's done
And it's been packed
I always wondered what it'd be
To live a life that's free
So, now I'm telling all my friends
So they can finally see
  
It was a bad draw
I was losing it for me
Bad draw
Yea, It could have been a dream
Bad draw
Blood lust beyond your dreams
Bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad draw

I cannot even draw a straight line
My masterpiece is a doodle stick man
My drawing of a heart doesn't look like one
But I'd want to show you the visions that I have

I'd like to sketch a portrait of you
Like Jack on Titanic would do
Or paint a thousand sunsets
Like what Michael learnt to do

I'd like to draw those sceneries we see
Or that image of your back as you sleep
The image of our hands intertwined
Paint the colors you gave my life when it was black and white

But I cannot draw..

I've been jealous of those who can
Express their love through drawing or painting
But I cannot draw
What my eyes saw

I cannot draw
Those comic strips
With our love story in it
I just have no talent in this field

I cannot draw
So the least I can do is write
Draw words from my soul and rhyme
Paint words to rhyme
Sketch stories into words and color them to rhyme

I cannot draw
But I can write