My Apt

We paint a picture and throw it away
I meant to tell you I liked the way you made me out
I could be anything and nothing at all

I took a look in the mirror today
I noticed something ain't right I try to pull it out
Were making something to cushion the fall

She's at my apt
I see her every time I look up
I want to turn away but now I'm shook up
I'm falling apart yet
I need to feel your body on mine
It gets me high but its never enough

We see the people they're moving in line
There's something pretty about the way they jog along
I like the feeling I don't matter at all

You see a flower who grew in the weeds
It's petals changing and trying to hide its beautiful
I might have picked it but it's never mine