A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
I'm. So. Proud. Of. What. I've. Done.
Now. Forget. You. Ever. Mattered.
Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean
Except for this recurring dream
Of losing total feeling
While the windmill's squealing
The windmill's squealing
I paint to kill the dead saints
I paint to make it clear
My colors run in blue and gray
But they give hope to someone dear
Give. Hope. To. Me. Now.
Paint. A. Picture. With. Blood. For. Me. Now.
Show. Me. What. I. Mean. Now.
Why do you come here, why?
Aren't you moving on to someone new
Can't you face the facts, no sense in going back
You can't erase or take the things of all the things I lack
Of. All. The. Things. I. Lack.
I. Can. Do. This. Too.
Moving. On. To. Someone. New.
When I had you
When your love would pull me through
When nights were long
When your love would make me strong
When time, regretful to say, in the gentlest way over you
Maybe I should follow your lead and turn as is it never meant a thing to me
Like. And. Hate. And. All. The. Things. You. Say. To. Me.
Turn. Away. I'll. Follow. Your. Lead.
Wish. You. Didn't Mean. A. Thing. To. Me.
I drive to the edge of my considerate plain.
I apologize to the people I hurt on the way.
I wipe the slate clean.
I kick the daydream,
And remain independently happy.
I'm. Finally. Happy. Happy.
So paint that picture for me now
Even if it doesn't mean a thing to you now
hate me like you did before now?
Did I hate you like before
like you needed me too
is it all my fault
Did I leave and move on and do I hate you like I did before now?
Just a bunch of lyrics thrown together into a poem-ish thing...