Painted Gold from Dreamers by Paper Crown

oh, we painted it gold
the pain that we know
and we sold it
and oh, they swallowed them whole
the lies that we told
they bought it

and now my contribution to the conversation
is a yes and a no and a stupid smile
and your solution to the situation
is to pour gasoline onto the fire

and all that I want is a start
when all I can see is an ending
though I’ve perfected the art
of keeping the cool and pretending
sometimes we’re given more than we can take
but I guess it’s not a heart if it doesn’t break

weep for the secrets we keep
speak my name in your sleep
we’re losing
and nothing’s more real than a dream
breaking at the seams
there’s no use in telling

so my contribution to the conversation
is a shrug and look and a quiet sigh
and your solution to the situation
is to get on with getting by

and all that I want is a start
when all I can see is an ending
though I’ve perfected the art
of keeping the cool and pretending
sometimes we’re given more than we can take
but I guess it’s not a heart if it doesn’t break

wait, we got here to late
the choices were made
don’t bother
just say what’s golden will fade
and you will stay
in the arms of another

and any desperation for a revolution
doesn’t change the fact that our hands are tied
and there’s a resignation to the conclusion
when a hand leaves a hand in a goodbye

and all that I want is a start
when all I can see is an ending
though I’ve perfected the art
of keeping the cool and pretending
sometimes we’re given more than we can take
and I guess it’s not a heart if it doesn’t break

• Pop
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