I let every thought
Thread a weft of yarn
Weaving through the warps
A tapestry of us
If I make my arms
The home you seek
If I sway my brush
Would I capture thee?
If I hang your scars in a gallery
As a work of artistry
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf, I'll be anything you ever ask
I'll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell, I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself
I felt every thought
Claw the strands apart
Weaving into knots
A travesty of us
If I stay my arms
And I pull your sleeve
If I snap my brush
Would you trust in me?
If I trace your scars with the broken piece
As a work of artistry
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf, I'll be anything you ever ask
I'll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell, I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself
Watching the needle thread through every pore
She told me shading made everything more
Beautiful, but I don't see it at all
I'm more deranged than before
Standing in paints as it pools on the ground
Colours of empathy blending with doubt
Witnessing everything melting around
Until I drowned
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
On another shelf, I'll be anything you ever ask
I'll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell, I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
On another shelf, I'll be anything you ever ask
I'll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell, I don't ever want to be the selfish reason
You don't ever find yourself