Painted Thin Breakdown
I'll write you a love song. With heartache twine and ink, I'll lace the life I love together, for you to string around your neck. In time to come, and time long gone it will be a jeweler's story that you wont soon forget. I will gather in a broken bundle everything I feel for you and I'll place it there for you to find it. Everything you tried so hard not to hear. Look out to the rising night sky and console myself in tomorrow. Blow you a kiss. Collapse in defeat. Sing myself to sleep with bittersweet songs of regret. I'll write you a love song. Shower you with music, words, and kisses. It's my only revenge. It's my only defense against you so beautiful and strong. I'll write you a love song. And I remember just a little too much. And I remember just enough to hear your voice, to taste your lips, to feel your touch, to scream with pain at the difference between loneliness and love. I remember you and me as us. Breakdown.
