Artistry (Conscious Sessions)

I let every thought thread a weft of yarn
Weaving through the warps, a tapestry of us
If I make my arms, the home you seek
If I sway my brush, would I capture thee?
If I hang your scars, in a gallery
As a work of artistry
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf
Ill be anything you ever ask
Ill take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell
I dont ever want to be the selfish reason
You dont ever find yourself
I felt every thought claw the strands apart
Weaving into knots, a travesty of us
If I stay my arms, and I pull your sleeve
If I snap my brush, would you trust in me?
If I trace your scars, with the broken piece
As a work of artistry
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf
Ill be anything you ever ask
Ill take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell
I dont ever want to be the selfish reason
You dont ever find yourself
Watching the needle thread through every pore
She told me shading made everything more
Beautiful but I dont see it at all
Im more deranged than before
Standing in paints as it pools on the ground
Colours of empathy blending with doubt
Witnessing everything melting around
Until I drown
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf
Ill be anything you ever ask
Ill take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell
I dont ever want to be the selfish reason
You dont ever find yourself
May I clear your slate and wipe your conscience
Lay it on another shelf
Ill be anything you ever ask
Ill take your memories upon myself
If you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom
I will find another shell
I dont ever want to be the selfish reason
You dont ever find yourself