The fan on the ceiling is spinning and squeaking over this four post bed
These white cotton pillows, and rain on the windows, are keeping you stuck in my head
Sometimes I hear your whisper down the hall
Oh, damn these walls

There's too many memories, always reminding me that I can't erase
But the colors don't have to stay the same
So I'll pull my hair back up, and I'm gonna dip this brush
Try to replace and cover the past with a fresh coat of paint

Been needing a change, just a whole different shade
Maybe something a little less blue
With every stroke, I'm a little bit closer to moving on from you
I know it wants to [?] my broken heart
But it's a damn good start

There's too many memories, always reminding me that I can't erase
But the colors don't have to stay the same
So I'll pull my hair back up, and I'm gonna dip this brush
Try to replace and cover the past with a fresh coat of paint

It's midnight and I'm tired
But I'm painting over you

There's too many memories, always reminding me that I can't erase
But the colors don't have to stay the same
So I'll pull my hair back up, and I'm gonna dip this brush
Try to replace and cover the past with a fresh coat of paint
A fresh coat of paint

A fresh coat of paint