you paint me a picture every nightnwith a paint brush i've never seennand that's okay with me.nit's all a mystery, fascinating beauty.nnvibrant colours we will never live up to. nviolent shades of a heart that won't calm down. nnit's the parallel of the past timesnit's experimentsnit's the sciencenit's the fire flies above the pontoonsnit's the picture that i can't hold on tonfor the best of me i can't hold on to:nbooks of yester year i can't compare tonit's the planets that won't alight rightnit's the planets. nnme and i, we're always fighting nand i know i'm only lying to myselfn just to get bynit's all the same shitnnre-sell these paintings,nmake money shipped of every blanketnlong rhymes relate nownso much is happening, even lighting is drawnnso much must go on nownn