Paint Nothing

My wintertime came fast about your drawing pad
And then you told me You didn’t like closely
You don’t like walking home
You’re not sure who you are
And no-one knows about your scar
But I told you to shut up once
Because you’re never there
And you’re too old to be scared
Cause I’ve been in lots of these
Bad, bad situations
Paint nothing now
Paint nothing now
The summertime came fast you still had your drawing pad
But you told me You couldn’t see me correctly
We don’t like holding hands
We don’t like playing guitar
And no-one knows about your scars
But I’ve been in, lots of these
Bad, bad situations
And you never get out of this easily
Cause I’ve been in lots of these
Bad, bad situations
Paint nothing now
Paint nothing now
Send me here send me there
Repetitions in the air
Repetitions in the air