paint

I miss looking at your face the feeling never changes I hate looking at that wall When I begin to bawl I'm tired of this faint Dry my eyes like paint Holding back what's on my mind While i begin to drive It's getting very late I'm going 85 Touch my heart so blue god help me get through Can't help but reminisce hardly feel your bliss Color me so blue As the paint starts bleeding through try to touch you, you aren't there I can't seem to not care