Lyrics of 'Paint' by Samantha Crain

There where the paint come off, that's where I stopped
I looked at the flecks, then brush them off
Thought hope to your hopes that was the most
The best you find

I try not to disappear, into the shadow
Into a tunnel, that doesn't know where to go
So where is that ghost that was the most the best you find?

There's a real problem here, I know
I almost young this year now that I'm older

I don't want to be a cynic, it's much too soon for that
Still it feels like somethings missing and that's a real drawback
So where is that ghost, that was the most, the best I'd find?

There's a real problem here, I know
I almost young this year now that I'm older
There's a real problem here, I know
I almost young this year now that I'm older