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 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