I think about drawing a painting of life
Don't know where to start, which color, what size
I try to remember, I'm browsing in my head
The places I've been, the people I've met
Decisions, regrets, sadness I felt
The voices that called: "Fasten your seatbelt!"
I'm almost done, I'm inspecting the painting
The colors I chose are beginning to fade me
Just one drag of old times now is everything I need
The medicine to heal
Let's gloss over what I want to forget
So I can feel as if this was real
Retrophilia
I never really felt like what I thought the rest did
At least judging by what they're actions suggested
Now there is just a fuzzy face in my mind
Constantly removing a shred at a time
Was feeling betrayed 'cause I'd been let down
That was the time I needed you around
My painting takes shape now, with pencil and ink
It pictures a ship, it's ready to sink
Just one drag of old times now is everything I need
The medicine to heal
Let's gloss over what I want to forget
I wanna feel like this was real
I think about drawing a painting of life
Don't know where to start
Which color, what size...
John Doe would say move on
Till your time finally has come
You're not the chosen one
It's always been like that
Don't bemoan, just accept
Enjoy the ride before you're dead
John Doe would say move on
Till your time finally has come
You're not the chosen one
It's always been like that
Don't bemoan, just accept
Enjoy the ride before you're dead
