when my roots turn to water in the ground
when my hair turns to dust
i know i've found what it takes
to call myself living
i've lived
and that's enough
so turn me to water
watch my dust blow away

coloring myself into brighter days
days the cold can't even stop
i'm the artist
i've got the brush that you've had for too long
TRY TO COLOR INSIDE MY LINES

i'm untouchable now

touch my skin
use your fingerprints as bulletsi want to become the beautiful thing that you are

I feel as though I may touch the stars with my breath if I scream to the night sky loudly enough. I am inspired tonight.

hold me like a dry flower
because my petals are still hungry
i'm thirsty, come on and fill me up
i don't turn technicolor for just anyone

ignite my bones again
what's it like to love anything
my flesh can't remember
it's searching for fingerprints
that have burned away