Paint And Pillows Testo

From concrete to shingles an' every single nail we drove,
To hold this house together.
That stained glass door, those hardwood floors cost a little more,
But they made this place better.
I ain't nineteen, I ain't naive;
That ain't the way I make my bed.
I can't believe you're tellin' me,
This all can be repaired.
It's gonna take more than paint an' pillows;
New curtains on these windows,
To cover up all the trash that you drug in.
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under,
An' just in case you wonder:
I'd rather strike a match an' watch it go up in smoke:
It's gonna take more than paint an' pillows.
You know these walls don't have to talk, I knew it all:
Intuition, I guess.
That long dark hair on the back of my chair,
Must be where she put his shoes on before she left.
Everything she touched belonged to me,
An' I want no tainted anything.
The life we built, baby,
You killed in just one night.
It's gonna take more than paint an' pillows;
New curtains on these windows,
To cover up all the trash that you drug in.
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under,
And just in case you wonder:
I'd rather strike a match an' watch it go up in smoke:
It's gonna take more than paint an' pillows.
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It's gonna take more than paint an' pillows;
New curtains on these windows,
To cover up all the trash that you drug in.
There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under,
And just in case you wonder:
I'd rather strike a match an' watch it go up in smoke:
It's gonna take more than paint and pillows.
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