Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now, sound and safe
Surrounded by the faces that he places faith
The images visit from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away from the memory, sticks with
Each detail, embeded in stone
Like he chisels those convictions into his bones
The progress stops and pauses,
Spits and sputters like the basment faucet
And its obvious hes lost in his regrets,
You can smell it on his breath
Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints,
Just layin on his back on his backyard, under the rain
Take tomorrow, but doesnt know how though
For ever swallow, theres another to follow
He weaves his way throughout the story
Looking for a new missing piece or a door key
Spirits used to be for celebration,
But now they just take him away from the hell thats waitin
Re-up until its three sheets up,
And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
Aint no color paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes, it'll smother the flames
No introduction, doesnt speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game
The sunset rides to the end slopes
Same song echoing outside of the window
You cant grow if the skin dont fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do your best when
Nobody hates you more than your reflection
Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, c'mon
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