The Prettiest Paint

Annie, try and get some sleep, love.
your eyes look so heavy.
and the monster underneath your bed, dear,
won't bother you anymore,
he's coming to stay with me.
and if the weight of your woe's
are too much to handle,
hand them on over to me.
cause sometimes everyone needs a litt more than they've got.
and someone else has got more than they need.

so we'll stand, hand in hand, on my roof
and watch the ants scatter when the lights get turned on.
the waves will come crashing in,
they flicker like flames against the walls,
but still we won't flinch.
are you scared?
not a chance!
maybe a little bit...
but even the best books must end.
so close your eyes,
smile,
and promise not to peek,
while Spokane, Washington slips into the sea.

preasure for penetration.
unrealistic goals to have magazine faces.
symmetrical Starbucks religion.
it's an antiquated earth with a lukewarm indifference.
but i wouldn't change a thing, oh no.
the world's an ugly canvas,
but you're the prettiest paint.
sometimes you might need a little more than you've got,
and i hope i've got more than i need.

so we'll stand, hand in hand, on my roof
and watch the ants scatter when the lights get turned on.
the waves will come crashing in,
they flicker like flames against the walls,
but still we won't flinch.
are you scared?
not a chance!
maybe a little bit...
but even my favorite books end.
so close your eyes,
smile,
and promise not to peek...
while Spokane, Washington slips into the sea.