Joseph Coulter - Drawing lyrics

I drove to the park to feel something that I'm not I drank some more to see if I could drive Awake to the sound of hushed laughter A morning sun shines through your back door I'm so close, but it's useless There was never an end I ran faster, just to see If I could be something more Off the track, past the trees A quick silence, a gentle sleep I played games at your house Purple stains were on your mouth The faces on your wall stared back at me A wooden mask, empty I put one on, wondering If I could be less like me A dusty book, opened slow I'll rip out all the pages to cover the eyes I slowed down, thinking That I would see something more There was nothing but the past Painting pictures that wouldn't last