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 say away from the memories
Sticks with each detail
Embedded in stone
Like he chiseles those convictions into his bones
The progress stops and pauses, spits and suptters like the basement faucet
And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
You can smell it on his breath
Ain't no color paint
Gonna cover the stains
But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints
Just laying on his back
On his backyard under the rain
Take tomorrow, but doesn't know how though
For every swallow there's 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 take him away from the hell that's waiting
Re-up until it's three sheets up
And pick a place for the skeletons to lean up
Ain't no color paint
Gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames
No introduction, doesn't speak his own name
Gonna beat them demons at they own game
The sunset rides to the end slopes
Same song echoing outside of a window
You can't grow if your skin don't 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