Portraits

The beat inside you bumps me up in the air

My blood's in somersaults and wants to stay there

I could sculpt you blind, if I could touch the ground

I'd carve you out of stone

So you'd stick around

In all of these portraits I've hung in my head

Taken down in my memory

Like stitches of thread

You and I

We burst into flames

This one is just a picture of our remains

We speak in colors

Words just drip through our veins

Your electricity has rattled my chains

I could paint your eyes

With just the shades of sound

If you so much as stare

Well, I'll surely drown

In all of these portraits I've hung in my head

Taken down in my memory like stitches of thread

You and I

We burst into flames

This one is just a picture of our remains

The boy in the fire makes cowards of men

The volts in his wires leave everything broken

It hurts when you smile

And kills when we touch

We've been here a while

Have I said too much?

In all of these portraits I've hung in my head

Taken down in my memory like stitches of thread

You and I

We burst into flames

This one is just a picture of our remains