but you’re not what you thought you were
what if i am the abandoned art project? the canvas that lies face down, buried in the back because even the sigh of it makes you broken. no matter how many layers of paint you add, it will never be enough. until you inevitably scribble over me in a furious rage, only leaving a shadow of me peeking out from behind the black lines. what if this is as good as i can get?
liability (reprise) ; lorde












