She Painted Pictures

There's no beginning on the ends,
You packed your things and left my house
Since ive been sleeping on a couch
This time we'll drag you down;
You hit the ground the word resounding
Found by all the reckless shit you fed me, still I butt in

And all of your colours still light my dreams
And all of your secrets still haunt me
And all of our stories the webs unwound
This time I draw the line, this then will define us all

There's no beginning on the ends,
You packed your things and left
If you think it for the best,
You're always right it's for the best
You painted pictures beautiful blind rose tinted pictures of houses by the ocean
Of houses by the ocean

And all of your colours still light my dreams
And all of your secrets still haunt me
And all of our stories the pages torn
This time I draw the line, this then will define us
I draw the line; this then will define us, all

This time I draw the line, this then will define us
I draw the line, this then will define us

And all of your colours still light my dreams
And all of your secrets still haunt me
And all of our stories the pages torn
This time I draw the line, this then will define us
I draw the line, this then will define us