Watching That Chair Painted Yellow

there’s a book in my hand
with pictures that I can’t feel
eating at your wood with every end
because
no one ever knows
no one ever sees their name
tell me that it wasn’t you pretending
screaming so they all look round
and tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
and tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
through pictures it won’t stay
through your pictures she won’t stay
there’s a book in my hand
confused by all that’s real
coloured with a woman that understands
because
no one ever knows
no one ever sees her name
and tell me that it wasn’t you pretending
screaming so they all look round
tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
through pictures it won’t stay
through your pictures she won’t stay
screaming so they all look round
so tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
so tell me that you weren’t pretending
the sea is in the other hand
screaming so they all look round
so tell me that you weren’t pretending