I'm walking into studio,
cause I got a stranger peer,
paid me in the room.
I'm brushing up on sketchbook,
designs full of unreal,
oil and skin,
no need to buy it,
consider what I mean,
she sinks beneath my moving pictures,
prepare the brush for me,
I'm craving with this need.
I'm soaking up the surface, receiving new idea,
paint me in the home.
She's all in on the subject,
but also life is here,
paint me in the home.
All the boys with framed dimension,
I'll cover up my loss,
they'll take his pain and paint
it over,
prepare the brush for me,
I'm craving with this need.
