Hair is scribbled on the pillows where I'm watching her sleep As I ponder if I'm on the wrong side of a dream Illustrated from a page of god's favorite sketches But I guess that he suggested she edit me from the scene She's been depicted in complimentary colors designed to distract the viewer from her black and white demeanor Complete with a dash of burgundy to symbolize heart, Which I'm starting to notice ain't exactly her brightest feature I feel connected with the negative space That's been respectfully shaded to signify a human life I called it love and she called it suicide Cause if we're gonna do it Then we better do it right I've never met him, but I question his selection of position As the missing jigsaw that doesn't fit This picture needs a frame And I needs a pane of glass That can separate the subject From the days that they missed
Our little microcosm might have blossomed into something better But I doubt we'll ever know, no, we'll never knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
