I Paint In Sequences

I'll write you a letter And tell you what it means to be Stuck in the summer With 40 ounces and a list of people to see And in that postcard You said you can't have love without apathy I know it's true now But I was hoping that you could be so wrong I was hoping that you could be so wrong I'll paint you a picture I paint by numbers and in sequences It wasn't so hard But don't you dare ever box me in Don't you dare ever box me in Don't you dare ever box me in I'll paint you a picture I paint by numbers and in sequences