Lyrics You Spilt Beer On My Canvas - Treehouses

You Spilt Beer On My Canvas

I wish I could draw or paint
I wish I could express what I’m trying to say
So indescribable my words stifle to find their own meaning and attempt to fit
into these molds
Like square pegs the way I see your face contort
Misshapen by misunderstanding
Inexplicable and undeniable
I’m not like you
I thought I was but I’ve realised slowly a creeping suspicion of you and I
making me doubt my preconceptions
When I sit and look out over the ocean, I don’t see the waves crashing
I don’t see the deep blue fear any more
What I see is a warm home, a safe home
Like I never had, like I’ve never seen before
I hope you remember that everyone has scars
Some in our heads
And some in our arms, I have both
We have both
We can’t let that stop us, we won’t
I’m not perfect, none of us are
We all have scars
If I have to spend one more day questioning
Wondering what the plan is and what i’m doing here
Then I think I’ll go crazier than the voices in my head tell me I am
If there was any sense to be made from those vague ramblings and questions of
whether or not someone like you exists, then I’d like to know
Because it’s not like my life means less without you, it’s more like my life
means nothing without you
And I’m more worried about whether I’ll find you than whether I’ll wake up
tomorrow
And I think it’s all a lie
Anything I find myself writing late at night should be both immature and badly
thought out
It’s as if someone deliberately forged my own thought process
Parodying my inability to form coherent thought and sentences
I thought you’d be able to see through it
But evidently not
It’s clear to me, however, that my attraction to you is stronger than I once
thought
My ability to rule you from my mind and my ability to forget you are gone
Evidently gone
It’s through this, however, that I am able to understand something much more
important about myself and indeed about you
I’m not like you