Muddled, under my skin Deterring thoughts, clear as gin But I'll probably walk away Looking for words, per say Searching for, anything And this portrait's on it's way It's painting a melody, or a memory We'll save this for now We'll save this for now, because later Is not the best that we can do We'll save this for now, because later Is not the best that we can do We'll save this for now, We'll save this for now