i feel like a painting on the wall

framed in gold

and it's only a matter of time until i fall

never ever told these brush strokes and high hopes are

made from gold

all i'll behold

but if beauty's in the eye then maybe i've been blind

cause it's hard to read between the lines

and everything's disguised in the edges of tomorrow

drowned by all of my sorrow

i done got lost again

i done got lost again

all up in my head

all up in my head

my head

people always screaming with their ears shut

believing it's so clear

cause but a pain is worth a thousand words

might have missed my thousand chances to be heard

i feel like a painting seen by all once stood by nine

i just hang on the wall

i done got lost again

i done got lost again

all up in my head

all up in my head

my head

and i'm so self conscious pay me like the least

and i smile up righteously

tell me what it means to be free from the trepidation

preconceptions built in me

trapped under ink

tryna find the brink thing get out

of this portrait

cause it gets so loud

and unimportant

i feel like a painting seen by all understood by none

or just hang on a wall

i done got lost again

i done got lost again

all up in my head

all up in my head

my head

it