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That threatens to push me down the stairs at our school

And it was always the same searing pain

But I dreamed that one day I could say

Laughing at each baby step I'd take

And it was always the same searing pain

But I prayed that one day I could say

And told me I reformed you

When your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes?

Well, you took me to hell too

(Rain)

(He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain)

(He wanted a bride, I was making my own name)

Rain

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Spit me out at the first chance

And if I was some paint, did it splatter

On a promising grown man?

At nineteen

And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven

And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

I swear that it was something, 'cause I don't remember who I was

Before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since

But one thing after another fucking situation

And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for evermore

Hey, December, guess I'm feeling unmoored

And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for evermore

(Evermore)

And I couldn't be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar

This pain wouldn't be for evermore

Evermore (evermore)

Evermore

This pain wouldn't be for evermore (ooh)

Evermore

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

And seeing the shape of your name

Still spells out pain

It wasn't right

With a big cake? Happy birthday

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey?

A universe away

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

Your integrity makes me seem small

You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I talk shit with my friends, it's like I'm wasting your honor

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

I just pretend it isn't real

I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky

I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

If I was out flashing my dollars, I'd be a bitch not a baller

They'd paint me out to be bad

So, it's okay that I'm mad

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your brother's wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights and flaws

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Voted most likely to run away with you