Enough, I've been rushing when I talk to you

You can see all the sweat

You can see me try to get through the hour

I want the option to cry unscathed

I want the option to choose when to and not to asphyxiate

I wanna think about a wedding when I go to sleep

Walk down the aisle to a string quartet playing Für Elise

And Sunday morning, just like heaven with minor swells

Clear the lens of conservative, lilac smells

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud

And you get the choice to forget

And you render art

And the truth of it as separate

Hands are fireproof, wooden table

Literary heroine breaking through a stable

You don't know what I know, back to the tree

But I see the same in you through the teeth

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud

And you get the choice to forget

And you render art

And the truth of it as separate

Tell me all the sides you'd like to see

I'd sell all my clothes and still be me

Screaming out of the drain

That I'm okay taking the weight of someone else's bag

Hung over my shoulder

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out

And you get the choice to forget

And you render art

And the truth of it as separate