Somebody told me once paint them a picture and they will love it for yourself
So I agreed and made it dapple sun shines in on winter grindstone surface like the frozen moon
Monolith of purpose made to crush the necks and hands of me for trying to paint it all at once
It pays to take your time when hurting snow is falling said to me
This painting here is not a grindstone not because of you
We see the figure you have sketched in pencil lying in the corner
Take me back to your apartment I wish to see the life you draw
Upon to create empty floor where moon hangs circle empty full
And chalk can break a thousand organs over a cup of clocks and chimes that move together like two lungs when breath complains about his love
And chalk can taste me in apartments one you drew with grindstone lovely
Why would this painting be allowed to prove my love for anybody
I merely tried to captivate the space above my crown and look how you have done me wrong
Narrator must interject and notice here the lies she told
She and he and we must lie the moon is soft but still is cold