Upside Down Pictures

There's paint on the brush

But waiting is all that you know

The doors have been locked from the inside

There's nothing thereThe memory you have of your dad

Is losing you sleep

As well as your lovers

And friends and familyI don't mind, I don't mind

The shape of your insides

The shape of your insidesThe 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