Mood Painting

I can do anything that’s no good for me any time in the day I can sit across from everyday people and see the world another way I can lean on the walls at the back of the room as my sight begins to spin In a world reversing I could encourage to turn against or to give in I could talk for hours without you knowing any different paint my own illusion by numbers to see how bright the colours could get I can do anything it’s my ritual to repeat, to repeat I can close my eyes and fly over cities, swim underneath I could talk for hours without you knowing any different paint my own illusion by numbers to see how bright the colours could get