Artistry

I let every thought
Thread a weave of young
Leaving through the woof
A tapestry of us

If I make my arms the home you seek
If I sway my brush, would I capture thee?
If I hang your scars in a gallery
As a work of artistry

May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience, lay it on another shelf
I’ll be anything you ever ask, I’ll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom, I will find another shell
I don’t ever want to be the selfish reason you don’t ever find yourself

I let every thought
Clother a strength apart
Leaving into more
A travesty of us

If I stay my arms, and I pull your sleeve
If I snap my brush, would you trust in me?
If I trace your scars with the broken piece
As a work of artistry

May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience, lay it on another shelf
I’ll be anything you ever ask, I’ll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom, I will find another shell
I don’t ever want to be the selfish reason you don’t ever find yourself

Watching the needle thread through every chord
She told me she made everything more
Beautiful, but I don’t see it at all
I wander range it before
Standing in paints as it pours on the ground
Colours of empathy glancing with doubt
We would see everything melting around
Until I drowned

May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience, lay it on another shelf
I’ll be anything you ever ask, I’ll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom, I will find another shell
I don’t ever want to be the selfish reason you don’t ever find yourself

May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience, lay it on another shelf
I’ll be anything you ever ask, I’ll take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom, I will find another shell
I don’t ever want to be the selfish reason you don’t ever find yourself