A Painting
these things that i paint inside your head
things of beauty, words perfectly said
but just when i think its all figured out
the color has faded as the canvas decay
and im sorry i cant be all that you want
i try so hard and its never enough
you say that im lazy, i dont do a thing
i shout from my lungs
and nothing has changed
maybe someday ill see something through
a canvas of beauty made up of you