got your outsides covered 
by former lovers 
just when you thought 
there was nowhere to hide 

I pick up my brush 
I paint your insides 

I’ve got more than 
eight million colors 
most can’t be seen 
they’re felt all over 

I make you cry 
tears of delight 
just you now wait 
for the rollers 

painting your insides 
in a rainbow 
painting your insides 
with a hint of a shadow 

dipping my brushes 
and my other tools 
a straight line blurs 
into a thousand words