Mist filled rain
Fractal prisms glimmer through the glass
Soft street light
A familiar feeling
It paints a picture of you
The record plays droning harmonies and lagging guitars
Paint a voice, it cries out
I can't help it
All I picture is you
Keep driving, stare through the tears
Let the sounds guide towards some resolution
To a state of mind withdrawn
Do I try to escape or remain present
If she is not close then why paint her so
She didn't ask for this
She didn't ask for this
Thoughts repressed
You may or may not want to hear them
Should I scream it out anyway
The asphalt bleeds white, green, red and gray
Still all I picture is you
Still all I picture is you
The same old songs ring through my ears
Forgone times, save my mind, erase time
But I cant stop picturing you
Picturing you
Keep driving, stare through the tears
Let the sounds guide towards some resolution
To a state of mind withdrawn
Do I try to escape or remain present
She didn't ask for this
She didn't ask for this