In Writing - Rose, Bud, Thorn | Текст песни

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• Rose, Bud, Thorn

You are an artist and I am a canvas paint me with what you perceive with your eyes. A portrait in color to remember me by.
All I know is how you look so beautiful and were killing time murdering the daylight just to bring in the night.

The park lights reflecting off of your face and I wonder if you feel safe as I desperately contemplate things to say to stay interesting.

You were the only color on a map forged in grayscale and I've spent days trying to find the best routes back to you. So I drove down south to verify my feelings on this and you kept me wrapped up with every word from your mouth.

I am a poet and with these lines I'll build you a monument something that'll out live us both, something to remember you by.

If you never make another sound I'll give up the hope to figure you out and when you're back outside of Boston and I'm still here

I'll hold this close and breath in the deep. Cherish these deafening memories they'll keep me from getting any sleep falling victim again to wishful thinking.

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