The singer clutches dice

As the rearview mirror shows her things too close to care

She hides herself away

The backseat passengers and critics float into the air

Everybody did her wrong

That means you and I and all the people who are never there

“I’m sorry honey,

Put out your cigarette they can’t afford so much to spare”


Paintings of mistakes,

All the self portraits

Red to prove they’re nothing like Picasso

Paintings of forgiveness

Blank and empty

What else can I seem to say


Imagination clings to nightmares

It’s hard to sleep when you’re afraid to close your eyes

“Darling I’m not welcome”

He says and shakes his hand up to his head up to this skies

Singer sees herself get anxious

There’s nothing she can do, “Don’t even try”

He says again,

Desperately this time around, breaking past tender disguise


Paintings of mistakes,

All the self portraits

Red to prove they’re nothing like Picasso

Paintings of forgiveness

Blank and empty

What else can I seem to say


Talking Heads songs play softer than they should

Floods through the floors, wear through the wood

Talking Heads songs play softer than they should

Floods through the floors, wear through the wood


This singer clutches dice

As the rearview mirror shows her things too close to care

 

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