I love the way she walked
How did she look so good in crocs
She only needs 2 cups of tea a day
Watercolour eyes
Sweet like peach and applie pie
She never leaves, she never leaves my brain
That's where she stays
Confined to the horrors of my brain
In a photograph,
A videotape,
Or the words she'll never say?
Nothing, but her smile remains
A canvas splashed with paint
Mixed with delicate strokes of pain
She never seemed to fit into her frame (to her frame)
And that's where she stays
Confined to the horrors of her frame
In a memory,
A dying flame,
Or the change she'll never make? (never make)
Nothing, but her smile remains
Nothing, but her smile remains
Nothing, but her smile remains