Paint Songtext
von Luke Seymoup

I keep a book of my thoughts
In the front I take note when I′m feeling awful
And in the back I write down
When I feel confident or beautiful or happy
I won't say which side is dominating now

I′m Old Testament, all left out like an orphan
Living in these tattered old rags
I'm a beast defined in biblical proportions
It's toxic just to breathe of my breath

I′m dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I′m trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins


I keep the walls of my room
Plastered with posters of bands I loved in high school
And haven′t listened to since
And I don't have tattoos
I haven′t even drilled through my ears in the bathroom
It's just too hard to commit

I′m a testament to lack of self-approval
All dressed up in black
My heart doth pump with pain of its removal
That beating was the best I ever had

I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn′t run in my veins

I′m starting to enjoy the silence
To not hear music how I used to
It's a constant struggle trying to write it
When I′ve only lived vicariously through you

I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I′m trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins


In my veins, in my veins
In my veins
In my veins, in my veins
In my veins