An old, uneasy brush is next to me
A brand new page can't be painted
See from the picture how naive I am
Anyway, don't give me a bad mark for now
I'll heal with time, hopefully
As you know, it's hard to get used to, b*tch
To the things you've been through
The old colors still have a lingering hold
It always hits me in the face, stop, don't touch
A sinful life won't leave my silent heart
So this time, this wood is pale, dull, and wet
If I'm gonna hug you tomorrow morning
Then let it dry overnight
Anyway, don't give me a bad mark for now
I'll heal with time, hopefully
As you know, it's hard to get used to, b*tch
To the things you've been through
The old colors still have a lingering hold
It always hits me in the face, stop, don't touch
A sinful life won't leave my silent heart
So this time, this wood is pale, dull, and wet
If I'm gonna hug you tomorrow morning
Then let it dry overnight
The old colors still have a lingering hold
It always hits me in the face, stop, don't touch
A sinful life won't leave my silent heart
So this time, this wood is pale, dull, and wet
If I'm gonna hug you tomorrow morning
Then let it dry overnight
Then let it dry overnight
Then let it dry overnight