the painter

Life was black and white until you showed me all the colors

And I can't forget that night

Made the sunset the eighth wonder of the world

I miss your cotton candy swirl

Every time I go to bed I see your paint still on my ceiling

I don't know how it got there but I'm stuck on this feeling

Your brush strokes hair on my neck

It's cutthroat when I say something wrong

In a moment you're gone

Coulda struck gold, I'm filled with regret

My heart's broke, but you'd paint it back on

In a moment it washes away

You made me feel like life was more than disconnected moments

Found a way to stitch them up into a tapestry

You wove behind your eyes

And you barely even try

Barely even try

Every time I go to bed I stare at paint stuck on my ceiling

And I don't even care cause it reminds me of the feeling of

Your brush strokes hair on my neck

It's a cutthroat when you say something wrong

In a moment you're gone

Coulda struck gold I'm filled with regret

My heart's broke but you'd paint it back on

In a moment it washes away It washes away It washes away

It washes away

There's a pain on my chest

And there's paint on my bed

Yeah, I try to wash you out

But I'm kinda lovin' how

There's a faint silhouette

Of a life I could get

Where I'd never had to doubt

We could make the world shine

Now the brushstrokes hair on my neck

It's cutthroat when you say something wrong

In a moment you're gone

Coulda struck gold I'm filled with regret

My heart's broke but you'd paint it back on

In a moment it washes away

Brushstrokes hair on my neck

It's cutthroat when you say something wrong

In a moment you're gone

Coulda struck gold, I'm filled with regret

My heart's broke but you'd paint it back on

In a moment it washes away