Picasso

Woke up again, feeling like a nightmare
(I hope it never happens again)
I don't know when, think I started at the ending
(You know it just might happen again)

Got a pretty little daydream
Telling me what I need to hear
But I can't let you go
Nothing left to say, dear
So why do I still stay here when all I know is you? (And I'm so)

Blue like Picasso, green like Monet
My mind keeps slipping further away
Am I wasting my breath? Probably
Over the edge most of the way
Most of the way

So damn unfair, bracing, going nowhere
(Oh no, it's gone and happened again)
I'm spiralling, getting sick of my pretending
(You know I think I like it again)

Got a pretty little daydream
Telling me what I need to hear
But I can't let you go
Nothing left to say, dear
So why do I still stay here when all I know is you? (And I'm so)

Blue like Picasso, green like Monet
My mind keeps slipping further away
Am I wasting my breath? Probably
Over the edge most of the way
Most of the way

Can you tell me what it's like to breathe easy
Even for a little while?
Can you tell me what it's like to feel free
Fighting for a little smile?

Blue like Picasso, green like Monet
My mind keeps slipping further away
Am I wasting my breath? Probably
Over the edge most of the way

Blue like Picasso, green like Monet
My mind keeps slipping further away
Am I wasting my breath? Probably
Over the edge most of the way
Most of the way

(Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Comeau, Dylan Tirapelli-jamail
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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