Thursday - Concealer Lyrics
With fists raised high in tightened hearts,The room explodes and nowThis blood is on your hands andThere is no time for a second chance toPaint my face with blood and tears and cover up.In an open book that no one reads,A misspelled word that no one knows.You stole the rain,Then you turned around and tore my life in two.Just like the picture that once hung on the wallIn the room that we used to share.So fold me upAnd put me back in the placeWhere you used to keep your heartYou think it’s getting smaller?It’s been that way for quite some time nowThe cadence beats down ob the tar.It sounds the same as your fists raining down(if you want to change the way I look at you…)We’ve got to leave before the sun setsOr maybe we won’t have time (time to waste)It won’t be long until you’ve gone into the night.You won’t have time to paint my face with cover-up.