Tired of [bad word] 
Dressed in her clothes and my hopes
I painted a portrait of you
Blue skies were turning to grey
I missed a few spots on your face
I painted it blue - That's how I feel
When I'm distant and you're real

Been in this [bad word] for a year
Smiling with sad eyes
searching for tears on the floor
In between the raindrops
I've been a confident of my own fears