widescreen problems

portrait lives

canvas stretched tight

right on the cover of your

drip feed comfort

paradise

charades brought to life

it’s raining

your paint stained the air I breathe

some die young

while few will thrive

make up your mind

I bet if I said I was

8 feet tall and

never lied

the paint would never dry

you made me

I envy the life you see

I’ll see this through to the end

so I can live again

brain stem fried on

power lines

you made me

I envy the life you see

it’s fading

your paint stained the air I breathe

the race that never ends

bad start, turn two

they wave the checkered flag

what am I supposed to do?

I’ll write my own end

front page and center spread

cover your paint with my pen

so I can live again

(I so badly

wanted you to see

what I couldn't be

well grab a seat

failure is about to repeat)

you made me

I envy the life you see

It’s fading

your paint stained the air I breathe