Frida Kahlo
In her flowered gown
Sleeping softly in the sun
Under white clouds
Are we reckless now
Losing pieces of ourselves
Oh, my love
I am not who I thought I'd become
Oh, oh my love
Do you think we're better on our own
All alone
Like, Vincent Van Gogh
In his yellow house
Pacing shadow in the dark
Under blue clouds
Are we lonelier now
Than we were
Oh, my love
I am not who I thought I'd become
Oh, oh my love
I am almost ready to give in
To give in
To begin