with fists raised high in tightened knots

the room explodes and now this blood is on your hands

and there is no time for a second chance

to paint my face with blood and tears and cover up

in an open book that no one reads

a misspelled word that no one knows

you stole the rain

and then you turned around and tore my life in two

just like the picture

that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share

so fold me up

and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart

you think its getting smaller?

its been that way for quite some time now

the cadence beats down on the tar

it sounds the same as your fists raining down

(if you wanted to change the way i look at you...)

we've go to leave before the sun sets

or maybe we don't have time

time to waste

it won't be long until you're gone into the night

(if you wanted to change the way i look at you...)

you won't have time to paint my face with cover-up