See I can be your pen
If you be my page
No need to erase even if we make mistakes
See our love is the ink and that could never waste
I'm smothered in colours and by the fumes of the paint
See I can be your pen
If you be my page
No need to erase even if we make mistakes
See our love is the ink and that could never waste
I'm smothered in colours and by the fumes of the paint
She's an artist with pencils, sketch my carcass in stencil
Candle light, brandy joints, late night smoke inside, naked Polaroid pictures
Let me take a tour inside and ride with you
Never never never wanna lie with you
Naw I wanna lie with you not to you
Never looking through you, and that's the truth, boo
Since we're both artists, visual and sound
Won't you paint me a picture while I'm writing this down
Be honest with the colours, as honest as I am with the words, no promises
Promises will just smother our world with expectations and next text waiting
Expressing our patience by stressing in ways when we're obviously meant to be
Well to me, mentally, we're meant to be
I can be your PEN