The Painter Lyrics

I wish that I could paint

To show you how you look

Through my eyes

I wish that I could draw

To sketch the same portrait

A thousand times

The lines run down the page

But I still see you the same

Your body is a canvas

Of fins and gills and waves

And I'm overboard

From my sinking ship

That I can't capture on the page

But you won't reel me in

And I'm washed ashore again

If I could brush your face

I don't think I'd sign my name

Next to your perfect flaws

That I don't deserve at all

And I found god

At the end of all my finger tips

Where she used to belong

And I can't recall her face

I tried to just imagine her

And ruined everything

And she lives on a portrait in my mind

A world she left behind

With roses in her face

The oil spilled out to waste

She left my skin so stained

I can't ever be the same

I think that I fucked it up

I can't remember what she looks like anymore

Oh my god I fucked it up

I can't remember what she looks like

I tried to make something up

And ruined everything