Painting

Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains The pictures on the wall will all remain And even though he's home now, sound and safe Surrounded by the faces that he places faith The images visit from the past he witnessed Can't stay away from the memory, sticks with Each detail, embeded in stone Like he chisels those convictions into his bones The progress stops and pauses Spits and sputters like the basment faucet And its obvious hes lost in his regrets You can smell it on his breath Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain Tuck it away, no complaints Just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain Take tomorrow, but doesn't know how though For ever swallow, theres another to follow He weaves his way throughout the story Looking for a new missing piece or a door key Spirits used to be for celebration But now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin Re-up until its three sheets up And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames No introduction, doesnt speak his own name Gonna beat them demons at they own game The sunset rides to the end slopes Same song echoing outside of the window You cant grow if the skin dont fit you Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through No inspiration left to do your best when Nobody hates you more than your reflection Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, c'mon