Testi Our Love Is a Painted Picture - Mae

Our Love Is a Painted Picture

Our love is a painted picture I’ve been working on for years\nBut every single one, when I think it’s done\nThe impression disappears\nOh no\nAnother one has gotten away from me\nSo where’d they go\nI would like to know, but can’t explain\nIn stereo, is where my story goes\nWhile another one, it lives inside my brain\nAnd it can get the best of me\nUntil I can hardly breathe\nYeah, it can seem like there’s no answer\nAnd it can feel like there’s just pain\nYeah, well, all at once, all at once\nAll at once to find\nNo sign of rain\nA room in my mind is where I find those portraits of before\nAnd the way they’re tossed, they make me think I’m lost\nWhen I see them scattered on the floor\nOh what a messy place to be\nAnd if a month is a day in the life that’s waiting for an open gate\nIt occurred to me insecurities are mounting up and making fate\nBut then again I see\n(right there)\nBeginnings of the map for me