Painters Hands - Courtney Marie Andrews

Walk all over me, call me out, call me moonstruck

'Cause no I won’t say anything

Out loud and to your face

Self-induced with greed you’re just a selfish naive fuck up

And you’ll take all the credit you can get for things did not start

Except the applause

They’re clapping hard for your presence

Hide behind your words

Your disguise looks exceptional

Paint me a different scenario, yea

You’re a sad excuse for us

Thought you were better than this

This time I think you went too far, too far

Way to turn me on and turn me off when you don’t need me

I refuse to be the social cure for your backup plan evening

Dead friends are making war as though they received your contagious bug

And hanging out some kind of chore makes it hard to clean up

So don’t come crawling to me when you’re sleeping around with death

Don’t play make believe as though you’ve always been my friend

You have never been my friend

You have never been my friend

Paint me a different scenario, yea

You’re a sad excuse for us

Thought you were better than this

This time I think you went too far, too far

Paint me a different scenario

You’re a sad excuse for

Thought you were better than this

This time I think you went too far