I'm Better than the Brush to Your Painting

Far from my best, but we all have to just write some days and vent. Tell me what you honestly think. And. The title I wanted was too long, so.
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I'm Better than the Brush to Your Painting, But I'll Settle for Anything

If you want, I'll be your paints if you're the painter,
And I'll even be the nail that holds your canvas to the wall;
And when you sit alone during the night, crying to your paintings,
I'll be the dirty brush you left in the sink; I promise to save you, if you call.

Baby, pick up your brush and arrange the colors to fall like your tears;
I'll hold you well into the night until you finish this master piece of broken intentions.
You think the painting doesn't matter, but look what it reflects --
Keep crying to your brush and see the creation you never intended.

You can't fall now; you'll take down the painting with you; the one thing you have left,
And we wouldn't want to ruin that; it's oh so beautiful when you look at it in the light.
It shines with shadows so dark you've yet to realize they're all yours
And the glory of beauty shines so bright, that the gods are reflecting it in the clouds.

There's something about the demons that are crawling through your eyes
That intimidate me, but oh, I'll still stick around; you're too beautiful to lose,
And baby, I'll hold you higher than the gods hold the angels;
Because there's something about you I just can't comprehend [you make me wonder].

Caressing that brush is like the lost treasure to you; you value it more than most,
But there's something about the way I want to be that brush that's disturbing;
At least I can be the one to hold you and be the one to save you; the brush can't
And you'll be thanking me later, not the colors on your canvas.

But, baby, baby, baby, if you want I'll be the paints to your painting if you use them correctly;
Just ask for my name personally and I'll be the nail that holds your masterpiece to the wall.
We'll sing through the nights together, where there's no more light to be seen,
But, baby, baby, baby, don't cry tonight; use your paints to scatter your feelings.