Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains   The pictures on the wall will all remain   And even though he's home now sounding safe   Surrounded by the faces that he placed his faith    The images visit from the past he witnessed   Can't stay away from the memories, sticks with   each detail embedded in stone    like he chiseled those convictions into his bones   the progress stops and pauses spits and sputters   like the basement faucets   and it's obvious he's lost in his regrets,   you can smell it on his breath       Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains   but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain   Tuck it away, no complaints just laying on his back on his   backyard under the rain   Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though for every swallow there's another to follow   He weaves his way throughout the story   looking for a new missing piece or a door key   Spirits used to be for celebration   But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting   Re-up until it's three sheets up    and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up      Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains   But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames   No introduction doesn't speak his own name   Gonna beat them demons at they own game   The sunset rides to the end slow   Same song echoing outside of the window   You can't grow if the skin don't fit you   Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through   No inspiration left to do your best when,   nobody hates you more than you're reflection    Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain   He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, come on