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Paint a picture with words
In every color of the flags
of my skin combined with yours.
In truth it’s not a picture at all
But a photo-realistic memory
Doctored to make it look a nice sight.

I’m not quite the artist
You’re not a simple still-life model.
The dark-rooms getting darker
I can’t see a thing for s**t now.

My brush is red and bleeding
It can’t draw but it’s deleting
The sad realistic memory
That brings me to my knees and pleading.

I’m not quite the artist
You’re not a simple still-life model
Your picture’s getting darker
My vision’s almost split now.

Stay with me for a while
We can’t talk but I can stare
You the life has left your smile
But I can still pretend it’s there

My brush is alive and screaming
Can’t paint but it’s still dreaming
The true and pain-filled story
About a girl with air-brushed hair

I’m not quite the artist
You’re not a simple still-life model
The dark-room’s getting darker
I can’t see a thing for s**t now

So
Stay with me
Don’t leave
I know you’re there
There’s nothing to be afraid of
I’m the one who’s scared

My brush is red and bleeding
It can’t draw but it’s deleting
The sad realistic memory
that brings me to my knees and pleading

It’s too late to cry
Too late to grieve
Too late freeze my memories
It’s just a painting of an
Airbrush girl that used to be

I’m not quite the artist
You’re not a simple still life model
the paint is pleading through the canvas

your picture isn’t there