Picasso - Bradley Simpson

Lyrics by：Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer

Composed by：Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer

Produced by：Bradley Simpson/Jonny Coffer/BOOTS

Oh my god

I think that I am

In over my head

I have let the chaos in

And now it's in my bed

January morning fights

And April rendezvous

You paint only tragedy

And I'll keep coming back to you

Where did you learn to break a heart

Turn the torture into art

Who the hell d'you think you are

Picasso

Painting burns and painful scars

Brushing on my body parts

I'd do anything for my

Picasso

I'm still so in love with you

I'd run into a burning room

I'd pose and let you paint me black and blue

Picasso

You said hi

And I saw stars

Should've looked away

I had no idea

Something so breathtaking could cause such pain

January morning fights

And April rendezvous

You paint only tragedy

And I'll keep coming back to you

Where did you learn to break a heart

Turn the torture into art

Who the hell d'you think you are

Picasso

Painting burns and painful scars

Brushing on my body parts

I'd do anything for my

Picasso

I'm still so in love with you

I'd run into a burning room

I'd pose and let you paint me black and blue

Picasso

Oh my god

I think that I am

In over my head