I Don't Paint Myself into Corners

It took a while for me to see things as they were

In the light of truth, it wasn't you, it was me

I let myself get used to drownin' in the hurt

Against the wall; who'd've thought it was me?

From there, I couldn't even look over my shoulder

I kicked down all the walls and started all over

And I don't paint myself into corners anymore

In a brittle heart of clay

I threw my brushes away

The tools of the trade

That chained your memory to me

Are out the door

I don't paint myself into corners anymore

When you left, you left me with no other choice at all

But to sink to my knees and cry

I never knew just how far a soul could fall

Like a rock, couldn't stop, didn't try

I locked myself behind shades of misery, yeah

But when I let you go, I set myself free

And I don't paint myself into corners anymore

In a brittle heart of clay

I threw my brushes away

The tools of the trade

That chained your memory to me

Are out the door

I don't paint myself into corners anymore

Yeah, the tools of the trade

That chained your memory to me

Are out the door

I don't paint myself into corners anymore

I don't paint myself into corners anymore