Charcoal lines tracing time
Background of a sketchbook life
Hides inside the prison of her mind
Rainbow hair and vibrant lips
The devil twists her fingertips
Scorns the angel kiss she left behind
She catches all the swirling colors from the afterglow
And paints herself into a corner then she calls it home
She says when we're together that we're better off alone
But then she draws the blinds and calls me to her bed
And a sea of satin thread where the truth is left unsaid
Yes, I think I made you up inside my head
Razor tongue, a warm embrace
Shades of guilt across her face
Vanishes without a trace again
She lies awake and talks to ghosts
Whispers secrets through the smoke
Cause all she ever wanted was a friend
She dances with the shadows of the lovers from her past
She drags her pawns along the lonely chessboard made of glass
She runs away from everything cause nothing good can last
And then she shuts her eyes and all the world drops dead
And the tears were finely shed on a canvas washed in red
Yes, I think I made you up inside my head
Winter weaves its cloak of frozen gray
Spring has never seemed so far away
You know how to hurt me so more than anyone I know
Bruised and broken hoping you will stay
You opened up a window and you blindly closed the door
Now everything is hollow where the silent lions' roar
There's nothing in here moving, I can't feel you anymore
I should have tried to catch a comet's tail instead
Cause I may have been misled by the image I was fed
Yes, I think I made you up inside my head
Should have tried to catch a comet's tail instead
Should have tried to catch a comet's tail instead