You talk so very much
When we two contradict
But trying to make up
You forget how to speak

I hate it when you're passive
When we need to connect
What lies upon your silence
I selfishly neglect

Why all those pitful rhymes
Come out when I'm too bitter
I'd better go to draw
It's good I have no Twitter

And then you just come here
And fix me with your hands
And tell me how you care
And now I got some plans:

I'll go and paint the future
In which we both are new
Boy, thank you for repairing me
I promise I'll fix you