She Painted Pictures

There's no beginning on the ends,

You packed your things and left my house

Since ive been sleeping on a couch

This time we'll drag you down;

You hit the ground the word resounding

Found by all the reckless shit you fed me, still I butt in

And all of your colours still light my dreams

And all of your secrets still haunt me

And all of our stories the webs unwound

This time I draw the line, this then will define us all

There's no beginning on the ends,

You packed your things and left

If you think it for the best,

You're always right it's for the best

You painted pictures beautiful blind rose tinted pictures of houses by the ocean

Of houses by the ocean

And all of your colours still light my dreams

And all of your secrets still haunt me

And all of our stories the pages torn

This time I draw the line, this then will define us

I draw the line; this then will define us, all

This time I draw the line, this then will define us

I draw the line, this then will define us

And all of your colours still light my dreams

And all of your secrets still haunt me

And all of our stories the pages torn

This time I draw the line, this then will define us

I draw the line, this then will define us