when you talk it always pains me
thats because with words you somehow paint me

a portrait in my head, the one where i long to be dead, or even alive
its all in my mind

but you move the brush up and down
and though i smile id like to frown
and cry the ocean of tears

if you were just a bit more near i wouldnt be able to handle my fears

and i order you, artist, to just stay away
keep your words and brushes and I'll keep steady in my disarray
and pray and pray and hope and pray
for you to never come back to me but to hold me tight

in my head its a constant fight
because secretly i want you to paint me and draw me and plaster my face
on every tree and wall and everything your fingers grace
and i want my portrait everywhere, title it disgrace
everywhere youve been, every single place
and then you can tattoo it on the back of my eyelids too
anywhere youd like if its coming from you

so come on, you know what to do

im letting you in, you know what to do

please just go, you know what to do

i trust that you, you know what to do.