[Lyric] Paint (Luke Seymoup)

I keep a book of my thoughts
In the front I take note when I'm feeling awful
And in the back I write down
When I feel confident or beautiful or happy
I won't say which side is dominating now

I'm Old Testament, all left out like an orphan
Living in these tattered old rags
I'm a beast defined in biblical proportions
It's toxic just to breathe of my breath

I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins

I keep the walls of my room
Plastered with posters of bands I loved in high school
And haven't listened to since
And I don't have tattoos
I haven't even drilled through my ears in the bathroom
It's just too hard to commit
I'm a testament to lack of self-approval
All dressed up in black
My heart doth pump with pain of its removal
That beating was the best I ever had

I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins

I'm starting to enjoy the silence
To not hear music how I used to
It's a constant struggle trying to write it
When I've only lived vicariously through you

I'm dripping with paint
Trying to change who I am
But it still shows on my face
And I'm trying to create a perfect person
It doesn't run in my veins

In my veins, in my veins
In my veins
In my veins, in my veins
In my veins