Picasso

I still miss the point all the time
I can’t color inside the lines
Got ring to it got a rhyme
Its my favorite alibi
Eyes deep like the bottom of a well
Like the ocean
The blank canvas that we know so well
Cut me open
And paint a pretty picture in blood
I still miss the point all the time
Doesn’t matter if your or mine
Its got a feel to it got a high
I kinda hope it eats me alive
Eyes deep like the bottom of a well
Like the ocean
The blank canvas that we know so well
Cut me open
And paint a pretty picture in blood