You are so abandoned
Barely landed on your feet

And I paint the canvas
Outlandishly bright

Then the breeze spoke out loud
So we'd quiet down

My brushstrokes were silently her
And together we drift further

She spoke out the lyrics
Splattered acrylic in her lungs
Her voice painted as she sung
Plaster taste on her tongue
Where should the painting be hung
Where should the painting be hung

Tonight I think I'll vanish
To Atlantis under the sea

And I will drown and perish
While your Spanish speaks on

Then the breeze shot a pistol
So we'd all listen

My brushstrokes were screaming for her
And together we pull closer

She spoke out the lyrics
Splattered acrylic in her lungs
Her voice painted as she sung
Plaster taste on her tongue
Where should the painting be hung
Where should the painting be hung

(I believe there's a fine line of getting wiser and just growing more suspicious of everything. And it's something I struggle with all the time)

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