Sketches

I've seen paintings that are real lives
And I've seen real lives
That are just sketches
I can say because I've been inside of them

And the deeper you go
The smaller you get
You're a line on a road
Then a point on a pen, the deeper you go

Thought my love for you was all time
Turns out all that time, I never loved you
Some of us can make a sketch of love to fall in
And I did

But love makes you grow
So it never quite fit
That the deeper I go
The smaller I'd get, the deeper I'd go

Went out walking just to see the sunrise
Stayed the same size, turned pink and orange
I can say 'cause I've been painting myself back