Sell Me Less, Tell Me More

color pickets match the days away when hours fade there's no feel left to persuade you know more than me that you do But i know who it is beneath the scars the fancy lights the impervious dark no matter what your poetry says it's undone and your songs will sing themselves unfinished until they become desperate enough to turn to vinyl plagues and if you were to feel contagious i guess i could move you along and if you were to feel contagious I guess i could shoot you a call no sense in wishing what you cannot say i kiss you well curse me your days of hell to see your thoughts unshelved is a catalog i've wanted less sidewalks and broken bones unskin your knees the little fees that bring about such doubt color pickets match the days away i'm holding on to all i've ever known little thoughts of you incase you move along and if you were to feel contagious i guess i could move you along and if you were to feel contagious I guess i could shoot you a call move along now move along "you see the chalk, I see the paintings along the way"