Back Of My Knees

Take the tape and the saw that's broken
Cut out, look around you wanna show them
All the change on the wall unspoken
Get out to allow the kind of focus
Of the words on the shelf
That I can't recall
It's a curse, it's a blur
It's a makeshift stall

Painting
All these scenes
One slip and the colors bleed
Breaking
I might scream
Brass tacks in the back
The back of my knees

Hold the glass with a hand held open
Cash in once again like it's a token
Mold the shapes with a tool you've stolen
Buy in, it's a sin without you knowing
Of the words on the shelf
That I can't recall
It's a curse, it's a blur
It's a makeshift stall

Painting
All these scenes
One slip and the colors bleed
Breaking
I might scream
Brass tacks in the back
The back of my knees

Fake it all along
Let the canvas fall
Feel the ache you can't ignore
Something you see in waves

Painting
All these scenes
One slip and the colors bleed
Breaking
I might scream
Brass tacks in the back
The back of my knees

Painting
All these scenes
(All these scenes)
One slip and the colors bleed
(Colors bleed)
Breaking
I might scream
(I might scream)
Brass tacks in the back
The back of my knees

(The back of my knees)



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Anton
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