Darian Atwood - Paint

She was an artist She thought big and planned her career She knew where her heart lived wetting paper with paint drops and tears She'd laugh when I'd tell her I'd look better without the big ears Then she'd turn the paper Of the notebook that she's had for years A few pages later A boundary proceeded to lift Then wheels hit the pavement The door flew open wide with a kiss I've never felt welcomed Into anyone else's arms like this Teach me how to play your favorites, I'll sing 'em softer for you Tell me why your soul's outdated, I'm feeling younger with you For all the times my heart's been swapped and traded, I find a lover in you So paint me one last time He was a canvas He barely could stand on his own But there he stood, naked A picture of you was the lock on his phone And who could've known The clear plastic film had been missed all along So there he stood, painted A guitar in hand as he sang her a song Teach me how to play your favorites, I'll sing 'em softer for you Tell me why your soul's outdated, I'm feeling younger with you For all the times my heart's been swapped and traded, I find a lover in you So paint me one last time Teach me how to cook your favorites, I'll bake a hundred for you Tell me why your painting's sacred, it'll only darken the bruise For all the times my love's been used and wasted, I find a lesson in you So hold me one last time