Paint The City Black

Can’t let me in cos now she’s living with him
And he got thugs for friends and she’s got blood on her
Hands
And she doesn’t tell me about it but I’ve heard all the
Rest
So while I’m waiting for my heart to blow through my
Chest I…
… Paint the city black
I’m not made to last
Won’t you please come back
And when he was away for maybe two months or so
She would hang with me in ways you don’t wanna know
And she would dream about auditions and culture
Collisions
But now she doesn’t even leave a message no more, so…
… Paint the city black
I’m not made to last
Won’t you please come back
I stumbled up the stairs with my hands through her hair
So gentle that it hurts I felt her ribs through her
Shirt
And she’d be dropping the keys, hard floor against the
Knees
She’d stay a week and I would hold her in my sleep
But that ain’t never coming back
Another feeling that I lack so…
… Paint the city black
I’m not made to last
Won’t you please come back