See I can be your pen If you be my page No need to erase even if we make mistakes See our love is the ink and that could never waste I'm smothered in colours and by the fumes of the paint See I can be your pen If you be my page No need to erase even if we make mistakes See our love is the ink and that could never waste I'm smothered in colours and by the fumes of the paint She's an artist with pencils, sketch my carcass in stencil Candle light, brandy joints, late night smoke inside, naked Polaroid pictures Let me take a tour inside and ride with you Never never never wanna lie with you Naw I wanna lie with you not to you Never looking through you, and that's the truth, boo Since we're both artists, visual and sound Won't you paint me a picture while I'm writing this down Be honest with the colours, as honest as I am with the words, no promises Promises will just smother our world with expectations and next text waiting Expressing our patience by stressing in ways when we're obviously meant to be Well to me, mentally, we're meant to be I can be your PEN