Origami Fox

It’s a stain, not a paint, it’s seeping deep inside

It has colored my heart, it’s on the back of my eyes

I can’t see where you went, but I know that you're with me

I don’t know where you are, but I don’t think that you miss me

No you don't miss me, you don't miss me, no you don't miss me

It’s a stain, not a paint, it runs deep at night

I am lying awake, you’re on the back of my eyes

Take some nyquil and try, take some nyquil and try to fall asleep, that’s what you advised

that’s what you advised, what you advised, that’s what you advised

you’re a stain, not a paint, you watched me unwind

you opened my chest, didn’t like what’s inside

I don’t know what to tell you, thats all of me and more

I guess a miscolored heart is not much to adore

Not much to adore

I guess a miscolored heart is not much to adore

When I look back on winter, I don’t think of you. I think of white spruce, burning in my room

I think of the light, i think of the cold, i think of the warmth, I think of the folds, of an origami fox, they are permanently there, they are as sharp as a knife, they are his shape and his tears

They are his shape and his tears

I think of the light, i think of the cold, i think of the warmth, I think of the folds, of an origami fox, they are permanently there, they are as sharp as a knife, they are his shape and his tears

It’s a stain not a paint and I want to go home

It’s a stain not a paint and I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home

I’m coming back home