A Canvas for False Cognates Video (MV)

Paint me a mural of false hope
Was I a fool to trust these verbs exclaimed and spoke
Two weeks wrote a novel of doubt
Another chapter fading and falling, down and out

How could I know how to feel
When I don't know what is real

I would care too much, when you wouldn't say enough
We could let it all fall down
You would change your mind, don't worry I won't change myself
For the wrong reasons, oh well

Paint me a canvas of shattered dreams
Was I a fool to look into what it all means
Two months of wondering what it could still be
But now I've shot a finer portrait of me

Let us make a promise knowing never it'll be kept
We could build a futile future just to make a mess
Recreate a sweat exchange, still it makes no sense
Anxiety it triumphs me, but I wear it best

(How could I know how to feel, when I don't know what is real)
I'm sick of having all these dreams that excel the real life
Just to wake up once again alone and sweating in the night
Over analyzing wrongs that should have made a right
Oh well

My brain won't let me let this go, no it wont let it be
A cerebral context, grayscale care that didn't occur to me
So maybe hopefully someday my mind will be set free
For now I'm still looking for answers I'll never see

I would care too much, when you wouldn't say enough
We could let it all fall down
I put myself out there for you
You would change your mind, don't worry I won't change myself
I would dig too deep when you're not ready to say it
I would care too much, when you wouldn't say enough
We could let it all break out
I put myself out there for you