We painted over my walls
They were yellow and stained
And the marker wouldn't come off
It was time for a fresh coat
Maybe white, or something light
They say a fresh coat is exciting
Even though over time
The old colors will bleed through
But at least for a time
It will allow for some new
Until the new becomes old
And then we'll need to paint again
Paint and paint and paint
It can never stay the same.
writer + director