Post by Laura on Nov 30, 2006 16:53:37 GMT -6
I'm colouring on purpose
all over the walls
making the white paint bleed in rainbows
look at it: it's vibrant
look at me: I'm alive.
oh the pretty toppings
oh you gotta love the pretty toppings
does my mind bother you?
I'M WONDERING THE SAME THING
perfectly cleaning each and every nook
see even my eyelids are clean
sixty four hours without a shower
what kind of look would you give me
when you lifted up my arms
I enjoy the times where I made your eyes go red
a flurry of anger without love
and I knew you were about to bend your arm down
hit me upside the head and say
( over and over )
"what were you thinking?"
"what were you thinking?"
oh I was thinking how your angry words are dessert
oh I was thinking how you're much more flavourful when you're yelling
screaming
lungs about to rip at the seams
those branches would probably crawl up your throat and strangle me
that's okay, I laugh and smile at the thought.
and I take your antiques and smash them
the floor becomes a trash can
I wait and wait for you to come strolling in the door
from a long, hard day and for you to see the mess I've left
to see the mess I've made
disappointment runs deep in your face
are your fists clenching harder?
oh the pretty pieces
oh you gotta love the pretty pieces
there are parts of a crayon stuck in between my teeth
there are bruises making faces underneath my hair
there are pieces of glass and vintage on my toes
and after all of that you apologize say you love me
"you need to learn" you keep saying
and I promise I will never.
ever.
ever do that again.
and it's tomorrow and I'm,
I'm ...
I'm colouring on purpose
all over the walls
making the white paint bleed in rainbows
look at it: it's vibrant
look at me: I'm alive.
all over the walls
making the white paint bleed in rainbows
look at it: it's vibrant
look at me: I'm alive.
oh the pretty toppings
oh you gotta love the pretty toppings
does my mind bother you?
I'M WONDERING THE SAME THING
perfectly cleaning each and every nook
see even my eyelids are clean
sixty four hours without a shower
what kind of look would you give me
when you lifted up my arms
I enjoy the times where I made your eyes go red
a flurry of anger without love
and I knew you were about to bend your arm down
hit me upside the head and say
( over and over )
"what were you thinking?"
"what were you thinking?"
oh I was thinking how your angry words are dessert
oh I was thinking how you're much more flavourful when you're yelling
screaming
lungs about to rip at the seams
those branches would probably crawl up your throat and strangle me
that's okay, I laugh and smile at the thought.
and I take your antiques and smash them
the floor becomes a trash can
I wait and wait for you to come strolling in the door
from a long, hard day and for you to see the mess I've left
to see the mess I've made
disappointment runs deep in your face
are your fists clenching harder?
oh the pretty pieces
oh you gotta love the pretty pieces
there are parts of a crayon stuck in between my teeth
there are bruises making faces underneath my hair
there are pieces of glass and vintage on my toes
and after all of that you apologize say you love me
"you need to learn" you keep saying
and I promise I will never.
ever.
ever do that again.
and it's tomorrow and I'm,
I'm ...
I'm colouring on purpose
all over the walls
making the white paint bleed in rainbows
look at it: it's vibrant
look at me: I'm alive.
