Brushstrokes (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Halo of flies around your head

Taking up space in my bed

I didn't know what to say back then

I didn't know what to say back then

Nevermind the crack of the TV screen

Oh I'll stay inside, best not to be seen

And how does it feel to be so mean?

Oh how does it feel to be so mean?

Following the brushstrokes on my radiator

But I am too old to be a procrastinator

Or at least that's what you yelled at me

When you covered up the masterpiece

Oh and I took the batteries out of my clock

Hoping that it would make time stop

'Cause all that I could ever wish to be

Is frozen in place like a memory

Take ahold of this conversation

My hands are slipping from this condensation

But the more I listen, the less I like that

So yes that's enough

No it's not love like you wanna call it

Like you wanna (like you wanna)

Like you wanna (like you wanna)

Like you wanna (like you wanna)