"in this world of mona lisa's, you're my jackson pollock" lyrics
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
Unless you can tell what I mean to you
Confess your love, tell me the truth
I know, you don't think you can be what I deserve
This thought had never occurred, but I think I get it now, you don't wanna let me down
Just pick me up instead, replace the sleeves where I had bled
I knew I should've never wore my heart there
I'll fare well without you, although we've been bound to each other so it's impossible to segregate
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
I painted a picture, it was perfect
The type that you might see in a gallery
The problem is the policy, that reads "Don't touch"
And sometimes I get curious
And just to see is not enough
And just to read can't quench the flames, I'm burning up
We can put it out with watercolor 'til our masterpiece is replaced by another, oh
Needless to say, the rain comes to wash the pieces away
Until a stroke of a brush reinstates them
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you...
Kill all my depression...
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly (Your face, your name)
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
Unless you can tell what I mean to you
Confess your love, tell me the truth
I know, you don't think you can be what I deserve
This thought had never occurred, but I think I get it now, you don't wanna let me down
Just pick me up instead, replace the sleeves where I had bled
I knew I should've never wore my heart there
I'll fare well without you, although we've been bound to each other so it's impossible to segregate
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
I painted a picture, it was perfect
The type that you might see in a gallery
The problem is the policy, that reads "Don't touch"
And sometimes I get curious
And just to see is not enough
And just to read can't quench the flames, I'm burning up
We can put it out with watercolor 'til our masterpiece is replaced by another, oh
Needless to say, the rain comes to wash the pieces away
Until a stroke of a brush reinstates them
I swear one sympathetic message could probably kill all my depression
I'd tell you...
Kill all my depression...
I'd tell you how I feel, and then you'd go and use it as a weapon
But without you here, how could I ever be happy?
Thought we would be everlasting
I was wrong about that sadly
But your face and your name, they haunt me ever so badly (Your face, your name)
I guess that's just the punishment of love
I don't even think I want it anymore
