[Verse 1]
There's a portrait
In a backroom
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone
Of some imaginary friend
[Verse 2]
So how about it?
Show me please how I will look in twenty years
And let me please
Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted
There in front of me
[Verse 3]
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking
What I tell myself to do
I'll end up calling
[Verse 4]
I stay in to defrost the fridge
Now the kid has gone to bed
A feeling of dread
At least when she's around the trouble's there
It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room
There's a portrait
In a backroom
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone
Of some imaginary friend
[Verse 2]
So how about it?
Show me please how I will look in twenty years
And let me please
Interpret history in every line and scar that's painted
There in front of me
[Verse 3]
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking
What I tell myself to do
I'll end up calling
[Verse 4]
I stay in to defrost the fridge
Now the kid has gone to bed
A feeling of dread
At least when she's around the trouble's there
It's worse to wake up with her falling round the room
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