Upside Down Pictures - Surrogate

There’s paint on the brush

But waiting is all that you know

The doors have been locked from the inside

There’s nothing there

The memory you have of your dad

Is losing you sleep

As well as your lovers

And friends and family

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

The shape of your insides

The shape of your insides

The sunlight collides with your walls and begs you to breathe

But your mind is in other places till it leaves

Lately your thoughts are as focused as they’ll ever be But you’re thinking of upside down pictures and symmetry

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

The shape of your insides

The shape of your insides