Red Paint

On a table lies the crust of what he
Had and just leaves behind
As I put bread down on the list of things
That I had to buy
By the store leaves your mountain bike
You on the floor still looking hard core
The colour is read under my show
And the friend is gone who put a hole
In you

Insensitivity took a hold of me
And I felt it colour me blue inside
And I left taking a part of you
Like red red paint on the sole
Of my shoe nothing to do with
Common sense or

Chorus:
Sensitivity. I'm feeling cold
Like concrete
Your dignity's reflecting
In the way I feel it

Open minded. The thoughts are clear
From feeling regardless. Heart beats
With pain
You were oh so happy just the other day
Now heartbeats with pain took it all away

The cradle did rock for you too
Looking out from the inside
While life turns to blue
Watching all the glass faces
Leave their red red footprints
On our

Chorus

By the store lays your mountain bike
You on the floor no more hard core
The colour was red under my shoe
And the friend has gone