There's a painting that hangs up above my bed
It's a portrait of what I once had with you
Bloody reds and virgin blues
Where we danced, laughing in the hues
Now form a bruise

I burnt all my candles waiting up for you
Told myself that you'd come back if I prayed hard enough
And I knew it wasn't true, 'cause I had so much left to lose
But not my youth

So I got my brushes
And I painted you right out because

I tried, I did
I ripped myself right open just to let you in
But it hurt, it hurt so much
So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence

What once was young now grows old
In a frame of black and gold

Your body sprawled out on the sheets
Veins of blue and eyes of green
And flushed cheeks of vibrant pinks
In that painting
It was just as much my fault
As it was yours
I painted you a saint, and myself a whore
As I thought of what you tarnished, my tears ruined all the varnish
But still, I kept it (Still, I kept it, still, I kept it)

'Cause if I forget you, and you come back
I might forgive you

I tried, I did
I ripped myself right open just to let you in
But it hurt, it hurt so much
So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence

What once was there has now been lost
And you took the fruit and I paid the cost

I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see
Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how
I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see
Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how
I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see
Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how

God knows I tried, I did
I ripped myself right open just to let you in
God knows I tried, I did
I ripped myself right open just to let you in
But it hurt, oh, it hurt, it hurt so much
So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence
I'm all out of tears
'Cause I cried them all
When I gave you my best years
So I'll rip that painting from my wall
For I've no more room in my house for you, my dear, oh

So I took fire to my art and then I set alight myself
And at last, I could die with you
I always wanted nothing else