Painted you in different lighting
About a thousand times over
Not a single version left me satisfied
I’d reworked it and reframed it
Thinking I could bring us closer
Until you were too abstract to recognize
I had no reference
Or measure of progress
All I could do was blend into your life
Penciling in every inch of your skin
Sketching out all your proportions like they’re mine
Print and reprint, starting from scratch again
Oh, I was never quite done with you, was I?
Detail obsеssed half the time
But thе finer the line, then the easier it is erased
The hardest part about the art of loving you
Was knowing when to step away
Lost the color in my face, but left it to interpretation
Orchestrated my bad taste palatable
Making marks and accolades, but all the closure that I crave, it’s
In front of me, and hung up on my wall
‘Cause I had no reference
Or measure of progress
All I could do was rewrite what went wrong
Penciling in every inch of your skin
Sketching out all your proportions like they’re mine
Print and reprint, starting from scratch again
Oh, I was never quite done with you, was I?
Detail obsessed half the time
But the finer the line, then the easier it is erased
The hardest part about the art of loving you
Was knowing when to step away
Knowing when to step away
Knowing when to step away
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