Concealer - Thursday

With fists raised high in tightened hearts

The room explodes and now

This blood is on your hands and

There is no time for a second chance to

Paint 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 wall

In the room that we used to share

So fold me up

And put me back in the place

Where you used to keep your heart

You think it's getting smaller

It's been that way for quite some time now

The cadence beats down ob the tar

It sounds the same as your fists raining down

We've got to leave before the sun sets

Or 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