Broad Strokes

Paint it with broad strokes
You're smoking on Somerset
Rose colored shadows
Adorning your silhouette
I have waited
My words still bated
Just to see you spin

Mistake this for anything
How do you need to feel
Push it and pull it
Until it is something real
Keep your eyes low
Keep your heart slow
Hold it
Hold it in

To borrow a line
Don't remind me of anything
Your bright ideas hurt my eyes
You think I'm a marigold
Simple to pick and hold
What happens when your flower
Dies

Burn me in effigy
Slow like your cigarette
Ash into ember
Ember into regret
Start the ending
Oh stop pretending
I'm underneath your skin

Hold me accountable
Tell me I fucked it up
Rose colored glasses
Your wine in a coffee cup
Thank you kindly
I'm running blindly
Again, again, again

To borrow a line
Don't remind me of anything
Your bright ideas hurt my eyes
You think I'm a marigold
Simple to pick and hold
What happens when your flower
Dies

You can't keep this close
If it never comes near enough
I made you a masterpiece
Something they can't rebuff
I'm feeling so jaded
So feckless and faded
Don't hold back now
Smile with your teeth
Or they'll think that you're lying
Smile with your eyes
Or they'll know that you're dying
I'm feeling so jaded
So uncomplicated
Don't hold back now
Don't hold back now
Don't hold back

To borrow a line
Don't remind of anything
Your bright ideas hurt my eyes
You think I'm a marigold
Simple to pick and hold
What happens when your flower
Have I made this clear
Don't remind me of anything
Your bright ideas hurt my eyes
You think I'm a marigold
Simple to pick and hold
What happens when your flower
Dies



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvia Rylee
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