Cubist Painting

My face is like a cubist painting
Scattered on the floor, wear your socks
Shattered under waves of strangers
I'm drowning and my lungs are aching

A sudden sigh as I was taking
Your trembling sweaty palms in my own hands
The silence as if you were sleeping
Was punctuated by the growing red

Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk
Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk

Staring at my cubist painting
I know this is the place and the time
I feel my little portrait fading
Don't you see my face is breaking?

Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk
Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk

Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk
Pet my head when I get back from
Gathering what's left on the side walk



Credits
Writer(s): Benji Jame
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