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