I’ve seen paintings that are real lives
And I’ve seen real lives
That are just sketches
I can say because I’ve been inside of them
And the deeper you go
The smaller you get
You’re a line on a road
Then a point on a pen, the deeper you go
Thought my love for you was all time
Turns out all that time, I never loved you
Some of us can make a sketch of love to fall in
And I did
But love makes you grow
So it never quite fit
That the deeper I’d go
The smaller I’d get, the deeper I’d go
Went out walking just to see the sunrise
Stayed the same size, turned pink and orange
I can say cause I’ve been painting myself back