Enough, I've been rushing when I talk to you You can see all the sweat You can see me try to get through the hour I want the option to cry unscathed I want the option to choose when to and not to asphyxiate I wanna think about a wedding when I go to sleep Walk down the aisle to a string quartet playing Für Elise And Sunday morning, just like heaven with minor swells Clear the lens of conservative, lilac smells Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate Hands are fireproof, wooden table Literary heroine breaking through a stable You don't know what I know, back to the tree But I see the same in you through the teeth Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate Tell me all the sides you'd like to see I'd sell all my clothes and still be me Screaming out of the drain That I'm okay taking the weight of someone else's bag Hung over my shoulder Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out And you get the choice to forget And you render art And the truth of it as separate