Sketches

I've seen paintings that are real lives

And I've seen real lives that are just sketches

I can say because I've been inside of them

And the deeper you go, the smaller you get

You're a line on a road, then a point on a pen

The deeper you go

Thought my love for you was all time

Turns out, all that time I never loved you

Some of us can make a sketch of love to fall in

And I did

But love makes you grow, so it never quite fit

That the deeper I'd go, the smaller I'd get

The deeper I'd go

Went out walking just to see the sunrise

Stayed the same size, turned pink and orange

I can say 'cause I've been painting myself back