Paint Nothing

My wintertime came fast I bought you a drawing pad,
And then you told me,
You didn't like looking closely.
You don't like walking home,
You're not sure who you are,
And no-one knows about your scar.
But I told you to shut up once,
Because you're never there,
And you're too old to be scared.

Cause I've been in lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.

Paint nothing now.
Paint nothing now.

The summertime came fast you still had your drawing pad,
But you told me,
You couldn't see me correctly.
We don't like holding hands,
We don't like playing guitar,
And no-one knows about your scars.

But I've been in, lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.

And you never get out of this: Easily!

Cause I've been in lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.

Paint nothing now.
Paint nothing now.

Send me here send me there,
Repetitions in the air.
Send me here send me there,
Repetitions in the air.