Paint Me Jade

Looks like tonight I’m on my own
I’ve got no right to piss and moan
There is a light that’s in your eyes
Reminiscent of my own
My god
My face has aged to fit my father’s disappointed gaze
All painted grey
Like he is today
I’m runnin' outta shit to tell Kayleen
I can never lay down- I’ve got to be held down
Counting flaws, I count the sheep I herd around
I’m running out of solid ground
But you keep me around like the family hound
I’m down and out
But I’m not in the ground
My god
My face has aged to fit my fathers anti-adolescent gaze
All I touch just turns away
Would I hang up the crown if it meant that the day
Was a frame to be stolen and hidden away?
No more nights spent nailed in place
(I feel so stretched in many ways)
So paint me jade with dreams washed down the drain