You Spilt Beer On My Canvas - Treehouses

I wish I could draw or paint

I wish I could express what I’m trying to say

So indescribable my words stifle to find their own meaning and attempt to fit

into these molds

Like square pegs the way I see your face contort

Misshapen by misunderstanding

Inexplicable and undeniable

I’m not like you

I thought I was but I’ve realised slowly a creeping suspicion of you and I

making me doubt my preconceptions

When I sit and look out over the ocean, I don’t see the waves crashing

I don’t see the deep blue fear any more

What I see is a warm home, a safe home

Like I never had, like I’ve never seen before

I hope you remember that everyone has scars

Some in our heads

And some in our arms, I have both

We have both

We can’t let that stop us, we won’t

I’m not perfect, none of us are

We all have scars

If I have to spend one more day questioning

Wondering what the plan is and what i’m doing here

Then I think I’ll go crazier than the voices in my head tell me I am

If there was any sense to be made from those vague ramblings and questions of

whether or not someone like you exists, then I’d like to know

Because it’s not like my life means less without you, it’s more like my life

means nothing without you

And I’m more worried about whether I’ll find you than whether I’ll wake up

tomorrow

And I think it’s all a lie

Anything I find myself writing late at night should be both immature and badly

thought out

It’s as if someone deliberately forged my own thought process

Parodying my inability to form coherent thought and sentences

I thought you’d be able to see through it

But evidently not

It’s clear to me, however, that my attraction to you is stronger than I once

thought

My ability to rule you from my mind and my ability to forget you are gone

Evidently gone

It’s through this, however, that I am able to understand something much more

important about myself and indeed about you

I’m not like you