Painting In Dark Corners

Mind on overdrive
Words on hold
The same shade of facade
Decor de bloody jour

Your taste doesn't change
All these things look the same
The absolute cliche-

The lines don't meet right
The words don't come out right
This room will always spin
This masterpiece will never be.

When the lights are on
The colors don't blend
The ideas don't work
The beauty ceases to exist.

I can't draw the lines
I can't keep the time
Something still stands out
That I wish I couldn't see.

My eyes always set
On the one little flaw
That only I could make
In something that was once

So pure.