Ive been sleeping in
Past noon each day
Its not a conscience act
Just the way my mind behaves
Im rid of beauty thoughts
So Ill just look them up
And print the pictures out
To plaster them along my wall
I see your face in there
Can I paint over it?
The colors black and red
And orange and blue and violet
I cast my arms down low
And swing as a high as I can
I know it wont cover you for long
Cause Ill know youre still there
Underneath, i've got to try to tear apart the solids
Peace gone, burned it away
Ash fills my air and we breathe together