| sometimes i could see | |
| how cutting an ear off might | |
| be the most productive and satisfying thing | |
| to do because sometimes | |
| i feel my insides are heavy | |
| as heaven must be on the sky | |
| i paint a starry night | |
| i seal my heart in the brightest colors | |
| i hope someone finds it | |
| there and it makes them feel the way | |
| i do it could be that would | |
| be enough wednesdays | |
| he feels just like a lack-a-day | |
| trying too hard all week | |
| but he's got no money | |
| to show so he makes himself | |
| squeeze into the pocket | |
| of a flock of pants | |
| fits just like a rock inside | |
| a shoe in everyone | |
| he falls right through | |
| so he paints a starry night seals | |
| his heart in the brightest colors | |
| hopes someone finds it there | |
| and it makes them cry | |
| makes them want to take him home | |
| to dinner like a long lost lover | |
| like an only child | |
| like his younger brother | |
| it could be that would | |
| be enough sometimes when | |
| he feels his insides are heavy | |
| as heaven must be on the sky | |
| he goes to the familiar emptiness | |
| of a blank canvas to fill | |
| it with the riches | |
| of a lonely poor man | |
| he steals into his brushes | |
| to make his life | |
| amend he paints | |
| a starry night seals | |
| his heart in the brightest colors | |
| hopes someone finds it | |
| there and it makes them cry | |
| makes them want | |
| to take him home | |
| for dinner like a long lost lover | |
| like an only child | |
| like his younger brother | |
| like a soul unfurled | |
| like his favorite girl | |
| out of this cold cold world | |
| it could be that would | |
| be enough |
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