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I know that you’re an artist
You’re the hardest one to deal with
Everything that you conceal
Is revealed on your canvas
You find all of your ugly meanings
In the things I find beautiful
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I’m falling into you
You perceive all of these things
I’d never have known
Love, will you turn out the lights?
Cause we’re already home
You painted me in pastel
Colors that don’t tell of any boldness
Cause that’s the way you’d love to see me
So delicate, so weak, so little purpose