Just for You to Hear

Weird, empty bed awaits Big, as big as outer space I make a painting of a painting I'm sorry about what I said Two wounds bruise In the shape of you I rage and recoil I make a painting of a painting And search our story's soil I dig through black and blue Red and green and gold And I find love But no foot hold Is it weird to have friend after friend Try to get your ear As song after song is written Just for you to hear