Ceilings
Brushing Emotions: Unveiling the Depths of Self in 'Ceilings'
Lyrics
I’ve withdrawn into a place to paint you in my mind
I've retreated into a mental space to visualize you.
With a brush that’s fresh with paint, I’ll paint you by my side
Using a fresh brush, I'll imagine painting you beside me.
Do you see these dreadful walls, covered in mistakes?
These walls are marked with errors or regrets.
There is room to paint your own, or peel away, peel away my paint!
There's space for you to create your own presence or remove my depiction of you.
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Is what you've seen from the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Are the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Yeah…do they bleed through who I need to be? Yeah?
Do these memories affect who I should be?
Your involvement is the key to take away the pain
Your involvement is crucial to ease my pain.
Ohhhhh only you can comfort me, and wipe away the shame
Only you can bring comfort and erase my shame.
Some are faded, some are bold, these walls within my home.
Some memories are faint, others vivid, within the walls of my mind.
You can scratch them all away, or choose to paint, choose to paint your own!
You have the choice to erase or add to these memories.
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Are the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Are the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Yeah…do they bleed through who I need to be? Yeah?
Do these memories affect who I should be?
I should be safe before your eyes, so I reflect it in the paint
I aim to appear safe and acceptable to you, reflected in my mental imagery.
With all I know you’ve got to offer I can feel alive again
Your support makes me feel alive again.
I give to you this worn-out brush for you to do with as you like
I offer you this used brush to use as you wish.
So, you can try to thin them out or paint what’s on your mind
You can alter or express your thoughts freely.
These pictures placed throughout my head they show you more than I can say
My mental images convey more than words can express.
These emotions thoughts and feelings I have painted day to day
I've painted my emotions, thoughts, and feelings daily.
And you can clearly see the memories I’ve placed through these walls
You can witness the memories I've embedded in these walls.
So you can paint your own among them…or you can scrape away them all….Ohhhhh
You can add your own memories or erase them all.
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Are the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Drips from the ceiling, have I stunned you with what you’ve seen?
Are the leaks surprising or shocking?
Do all the white-washed memories of a fucked-up lifetime bleed through who I mean to be?
Are the memories of a troubled past showing through my intended identity?
Yeah…do they bleed through who I need to be? Yeah?
Do these memories affect who I should be?
So, you can take me as I am
Accept me for who I am.
You gotta take me as I am
-You better take me as I am
-You gotta take me as I am
-Better take me as I am
-You’ve gotta take me as I am
-Cause it’s the only way you can
It's the only way to accept me.
Cause that’s who I am.
This is my true identity.
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