In the dark they lie quiet on your skin
Scarlet letter drawn in black pen .
There's a ghost
Keeps her alive when your gone .
Pushing a smile above the surface
Capturing her grace
I'm fixated on this canvas
He is the picture I can't finish .
I've got every paint .
There's something to a forest
You get lost in
I fall asleep in
If I could feel it
If I could hold it
If I could paint my finger prints
Down your spine
Asleep in the fog
Trying to finish what I started
The date is going to expire
As she's left on the shelf
So I write this letter to myself