You Love Me

You
Painted your picture of me
I was Mona Lisa in your fantasy
But reality
Is a little more draining
I'm just your 2nd grade
Mother's Day
Painting

But you cry every time that you see it
Implements sentiment in an instant
And I'll never know what cannot be told
But I think you love me that way

In your garden
You planted a bed of white roses
A bed of angels
And God came to kiss their noses
And she asked you to bring them inside before the snow
And you discover
The flaw in the beauty of the rose

Now the white turns to red 'cause you're bleeding
There are thorns in the garden of Eden
And I'll never know what cannot be told
But I think you love me that way

I am the blue flame in a fire
Reminds you of the darkness in desire
But I'm perfect in the way I find beauty in my pain and transpire
It's a little troubled
But something to admire

Now I know I'm not what you expected
Pretty girl who doesn't know where she's headed
And I'll never know what cannot be told
But I think you love me that way
I think you love me that way
I think you love me that way