Tapestry

Watercolor, technicolor rainbows When i press my palms in my eyes Wish i had a silver tongue but all i've got are rings At the edges of my eyes I wish i was a writer So i could spin you words of gold But i think in pictures And can only rephrase What i've been told What i've been told Surrounded by artistry Your every thought is a tapestry All i can manage is a hack Of my own native tongue I try to be what you see in me But all i could ever hope to be Is a conman who never gets caught Am i the cracked pavement? Are you the flowers pressing through? I know i write in pale cliche When i'm trying to describe you Breathe in and out, focus now On every selfish thing i've done You warned me once, months ago That this is when you'd up and run When you'd up and run And i would never hold you down Surrounded by artistry Your every thought is a tapestry All i can manage is a hack Of my own native tongue I try to be what you see in me But all i could ever hope to be Is a conman who never gets caught Surrounded by artistry Your every thought is a tapestry All i can manage is a hack Of my own native tongue I try to be what you see in me But all i could ever hope to be Is a conman who never gets caught I'm sorry for the way i talk about myself When i'm in my head for this long It's just how the thoughts play out