I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I used 2 be frightened by the devil

and drawn 2 those who weren't afraid

Remember when u told me

that love was touching souls?

Well, surely u touched mine

Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines

U're in my blood like holy wine...u're so bitter and so sweet

I could drink a case of you darling