Paint from Erma by Erma

I could forget how you've failed
grow and sharpen my finger nails
scratch out all of the details
be a mat at your door

You've had loose change at your feet for weeks
such a cowardice move
but don't come to me with this love realized
cuz it's too late to put it to use

You can paint your face white
and you can paint it all you like
but you still got that black on the inside
no matter if we start it out right

I made a nest, tinfoil bed
when your sheets got stained with her
and I can't trust I won't lay back in it
if things begin to blur

And I could paint my face white
and I could paint it all I like
but I still got that black on the inside
no matter what I promise you

• Alternative
• acoustic
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• songstress
• New Westminster