Picture

In the morning he'd gone crazy
He draws a picture of his girl from atlas
And in their best days she'd paint pictures
In his bedroom in a clouded haze

In the morning, he'd gone crazy
He paints a picture and smears it black
And in their worst days he made her prove it
Took her for granted until she flew away

In the morning, he's still crazy
He draws a picture and burns it black
Eyes of hazel skin like velvet
A hand full of flowers and a heart of sunshine

And he burns her black
He burns her black
He burns her black



Credits
Writer(s): Max Carlson
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