I Drew You A Picture

I must ask you again

At Least while i can

Where you hid

The most important parts of me

Look around this empty room

Love, there is nothin at all

Nothing at all

Except the drying of the magic marker on the wall 

i drew you a picture

I hope you like the yellow sun

And the blue grass cause i couldn't find the green

Its probably in the bottom of my old box of rocks

The one everyone has

A heavy box of rocks my dear

Woulda been easier to carry

But you know what a wise person once wrote:

"Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing.."

So feed me the ash.

Feed me the ashes.

Im starving for the hope.