There's a painting that hangs up above my bed It's a portrait of what I once had with you Bloody reds and virgin blues Where we danced, laughing in the hues Now form a bruise I burnt all my candles waiting up for you Told myself that you'd come back if I prayed hard enough And I knew it wasn't true, 'cause I had so much left to lose But not my youth So I got my brushes And I painted you right out because I tried, I did I ripped myself right open just to let you in But it hurt, it hurt so much So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence What once was young now grows old In a frame of black and gold Your body sprawled out on the sheets Veins of blue and eyes of green And flushed cheeks of vibrant pinks In that painting It was just as much my fault As it was yours I painted you a saint, and myself a whore As I thought of what you tarnished, my tears ruined all the varnish But still, I kept it (Still, I kept it, still, I kept it) 'Cause if I forget you, and you come back I might forgive you I tried, I did I ripped myself right open just to let you in But it hurt, it hurt so much So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence What once was there has now been lost And you took the fruit and I paid the cost I'll sing a song for you in the evening When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away I never thought to learn how I'll sing a song for you in the evening When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away I never thought to learn how I'll sing a song for you in the evening When the Sun goes down and it's too dark to see Please don't ever seek me out, 'cause I could not turn you away I never thought to learn how God knows I tried, I did I ripped myself right open just to let you in God knows I tried, I did I ripped myself right open just to let you in But it hurt, oh, it hurt, it hurt so much So I took all of my black and covered up the evidence I'm all out of tears 'Cause I cried them all When I gave you my best years So I'll rip that painting from my wall For I've no more room in my house for you, my dear, oh So I took fire to my art and then I set alight myself And at last, I could die with you I always wanted nothing else