Painting

[Verse 1] Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains The pictures on the wall will all remain And even though he's home now, sound and safe Surrounded by the faces that he place his faith The images visit from the past he witnessed Can't stay away from the memories Sticks with each detail, embedded in stone Like he chisels those convictions into his bones The progress stops and pauses Spits and sputters like the basement faucet And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets You can smell it on his breath [Verse 2] Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain Tuck it away, no complaints Just laying on his back, in his backyard under the rain Take tomorrow, but doesn't no how though For every swallow there's another to follow He weaves his way throughout the story Looking for a new missing piece or a door key Spirits used to be for celebration But now they just take him away from the hell that's waitin' Re-up until it's three sheets up And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up [Verse 3] Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction, doesn't speak his own name Gonna beat them demons at they own game The sunset rides to the end slow Same song echoing outside of the window You can't grow if the skin don't fit you Sometimes you got to get low just to get through No inspiration left to do your best when Nobody hates you more than your reflection Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain He's got two hands and a bucket of paint Come on