the paint on the walls did this.

the chipped red and pink smothered
it's an old family home.

you grew up thinking it's a safe color
but that's because  you're used to it.

you grew up thinking love meant to one up the other
because they made you believe it.

I know that pink is just red in a lighter shade
but they're not the same.

you deserved life to be softer.

I hope you know , you're not a bad person
and we can blame the paint in your old home
The red and the blues got all smothered
I hope I was sunshine yellow for a while, for you.

if life was a movie
our montage would have music
you'd say you'll never leave
and you'd say you cant lose this

if life was a movie
you would be with  me
write our intials on the tree
because we could never lose this.

and life was movie
there's the  part where you had to say goodbye
It would be selfish to keep you mine
when the world is to be seen and its something to try

life was a movie
when i pretended to smile
"i'll be okay, i'll be fine"
cause cameras cant see through a lie

life was a movie
and ill be in the end credit
i'll be the one you lose
you're the protagonist who lived it.

I charted stars to study you
The orbs of the heavens mirror your eyes
the song of stars was you
And the milky way caramels in your tongue

You have the rings of saturn as a halo
And the wrath of mars

You have the spirit of the sun
Too close, i burn.
But at a safe distance, you make my flowers

In my sky continually,  jupiter
But like pluto,  you are rogue

I charted stars to study  you
To find the universe is profound
And I found to count our love in light years

We journey  in the speed of light
On opposite perspectives
I just have seen the brightest gleam
But for you ,  no more

I put apart the yellows and the blues
fix my blemish, curl my hair and got new shoes
zip the skirt up and on my tiny waist
with trimmings of white and some expensive lace

I wore grand mother's pearls and a diamond ring
I wore a smile and a purse with a sling
My lips red and sparkles in my eyes
I wore a voice so sweet it never dared to tell lies

"she's really a beauty " they whisper and say,
"I think it's cause she lost all that weight."
nails all polished, clasped hands to pray
"I really hope they will love me this way."

I've  gone too far to be something of your fancy
I've turned into pretty but it's me you can't see
those days carefree, those days i miss
but you will never love me like this.

you will never love me when
the yellows and blues I can't seem to put apart
but I pride myself for having a bigger heart
when my curls have faded and my shoes are broken
and the trimmings and lace run loosely unwoven

I want  you to love me  when
I speak of  pieces I hold
the stories and truth  from surface unfolds
like pearls that held memories of my dead grandmother
and a big diamond ring from an unfaithful lover

Cause it's hard to love me when
my lips are dried pale mumbling rude curses,
and  I only really buy second-hand purses
my eyes only sparkle cause I'm holding  back a tear
and my voice may be sweet but it could lie too, I fear.

So i guess im back to putting on a pretty dress
Stitch up the laces and clean up my mess
Keep a sweet voice with something nice to say
Cause maybe you'll only love me this way.