Watercolour

So crumple these paper buildings and taint watercolour skies

I guess the paint hasn't dried yet

And nothing feels real it's something I cannot describe

It's just something I have dealt with

And all things come to pass, the sun is up again

In your face, I see now; a need for new lease on life

Yeah, you're just happy to be here

If knowing's a battle, my mind cannot choose a side

So drop the things that you hold dear

You're swearing on your life, I've got it all to lose this time

This morning I told you I couldn't be there on time

Said "You sound just like your father"

I'm blind past my fingers and I'm ignoring all the signs

As my memory falters, is this all by your design

I am your son, I do not shine

You sat bedside, our smallest fingers intertwined

And you can leave it all behind

I am your son, I do not shine

My heart meets my throat as I try and bide my time

This is all by your design, I am your son I cannot shine