Paint

If there was no stress in my mind

I'd still find the thorn in all the roses

And maybe you'd be waiting for me

At the back of the line to the right

Next to all those posers

When tomorrow comes and takes my smile away

From my face in disgrace and I bow my head in shame

I heard you scream his name

I know that I'm not wrong

She said "I'm moving on"

Jumping on the next train up out of here