Painting Bones Blue

Paint, your bones blue, / If you know how misery, and heartbreak too, / ’Cause I’m tired, of pretending, / It’s been far too long.

And it’s not quite broken, / it’s far beyond whole, / There’s nothing left worth holding, / So I’m painting with blue now.

Painting my bones blue, / And you can join me if you want to, / I won’t pretend to know what’s happening, / But I can show you my fractures too. / We’ll start accepting the truth, / Even though we never wanted to.

And do you ever think that a dog misses their mom? It’s these midnight thoughts that distract from the colorful memories, and red is blood, yes and I know that’s, here’s not a reason for me to be feeling like this, and no I enjoy the life I lived I just can’t seem to figure what happens to it. I promise you there are no red blood paintings it’s all about the blue bones fracturing, and if Romeo really believed in love, would he have forgotten Rosaline so quickly? Tell me why I got to envy all these half attempted love stories, there are no happy endings in reality, but at least give me a fraction of what the fairy tales show me.

I wanted to write songs, / Since I was four years old / And my Daddy told my Mom / That it was time for leaving after all, / I found the blue paint / In his new wife’s white estate, / Made use of life’s irony, / Used it to paint the bones / Hidden under my clothes.

As for the brush you use / I bought it off main / Once I quit trying to love / All those who were lost, / Cause you can’t heal soles when your own has a whole, / So I sold all my pretendings and bought blue paint afterall / To paint my bones blue, / You can join me if you want.

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genre: indie?