honey is for bees

If I could I would paint you the most vivid picture in the world. It wouldn't be any more of the lies we're too afraid to call out. It'll be less than you could have ever expected from me, and the most beautiful gift I could give. Every "sorry" would be etched on the sides, and the "I love you's" so exposed. All the hatred would be on the surface, and the pain would be sloshed all in between. You wouldn't be able to tell the ups from the downs, because they're everywhere, and that's the truth of every drop of paint.
Let's talk for a while. Let's walk down a familiar road while pointing out all the changes that never occurred to us would come.