i made a painting of your smile it just looks like the sun and everyday i wake up and still feel the burn it's hanging from a shelf just like i was held waking up i step outside i'm never gonna turn & run you won't leave me here i'm no longer in that mind it might just take the sun to help open up my eyes you won't see me past your yesterdays you might be thinking of me but that's not me just a painting and it's no good unless it's the sunshine blinding you pieces of something far away might be enough to light a way better than it ever did close beside me holding me 'cause i'm seeing for myself