Paint Lyrics

We can't go back and change all the mistakes

Yeah, all that we made

All of those pictures we make with our pain

With our bones as the frames and our blood as the paint

We step back, contemplate, and then look for new ways through these mental exchanges…

Do you try to make changes or leave it alone?

Do we hang it on the wall, or just light it on fire and get lost in the flames?

We don't know

'Til we know

Do we trust in the process?

Or let it all go?

(Why'd you let it all go?)

We don't know

'Til we know

Do we speak out our conscience…

With every stroke?

One shot to the liver, one shot to the head

Just how it goes for me instead

Some call it pain, some call it art

Guess it really matters through what kind of lens

That we lookin through, from beginning to end

Trying to figure that out since I was a kid

There's no mistakes though, once you start…

Just a shit ton of happy little accidents

If I'm being honest I don't really buy into the bullshit

That we really know shit, where to begin...

Doesn't really change the fact that there's still a bunch of dope shit, ways of coping that'll thicken your skin

Now for me, "when dreams may come"

I wake up, get it down, sketch it out, tip of the pen

Ain't nobody "Robin" me of satisfaction of painting a masterpiece of us, one day, happy again

Mama I love you

Even though I can't really show you no more

Pops I owe you

For showing me how to be a man and I really hope you don't feel pain no more

We don't know

'Til we know

Do we trust in the process?

Or let it all go?

I guess now you know