Another broken story.

Just another broken story.
starting so well and faded with each turn
the colors slowly dying
with the middle as white as the nothing on the page

Painting pictures of us walking,
make believe I can paint your hand in mine
blurring colors and losing focus
I call it art 'cause this happens all the time

Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
can't expect much when I really don't know.

Walking slowly for the camera
director says we need one more take
I'm out of motivation
but I'll repeat these lines just to get it out of the way.

I'll sing it again if you need it,
I might mess up a word or two
I'll try to sing it cleanly
but don't expect me to make up a brand new song

Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
truth is the truth is just no fun at all.

And I know,
I know you waited for the writer.
I know you waited for the artist.
I know you waited for the actor.
But all I've got is this broken song