I Paint

Did you paint this?

Yes

I like to pretend that the world isn't what it is

'Cause what it is is mean and cruel, and bigger

Than anything I could ever imagine

So yes

I make up these worlds in my head

Put them down on paper with these hands of mine

I find that time slows down when I do

And when I close my eyes

I see the truth come spilling over me

And when I hold my hands over my ears

I hear sweet melodies

I feel like I am safe

When I run away from the real world

So yes

I paint

Well

Aren't you gonna say anything?