Verse 1 (UK cadence, spoken-fast)
From New York to LA, I’ve been runnin’ these streets,
Chasin’ ghosts of your love in the city beats.
I’m standin’ on the West Coast, hands up high,
Tryin’ to let your love go, but I still ask why.
Your friends asked me yesterday, “what’s he even on?”
Said I’m tryin’ to steal your show, but the stage feels gone.
Every word they throw just cuts too low,
But they don’t see the colours that you still glow.
⸻
Chorus (Hook, soaring)
🎶 I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
Paint my love in strokes they’ll never know.
Every canvas bleeds with a shade of you,
Broken art, but it’s still the truth.
Yeah, I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
But the picture fades no matter how I show. 🎶
⸻
Verse 2 (longer, UK cadence, emotional)
I see your pain in the curve of your voice,
Every “I’m alright” feels stripped of choice.
And the nights are loud but the mornings bare,
I’m haunted by the silence when you’re not there.
From London trains to the Venice skies,
Every mile I walk has your shadow tied.
And I know you’re stronger than the mask you wear,
But I read your heart in the way you stare.
⸻
Chorus (Hook repeats, soaring again)
🎶 I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
Paint my love in strokes they’ll never know.
Every canvas bleeds with a shade of you,
Broken art, but it’s still the truth.
Yeah, I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
But the picture fades no matter how I show. 🎶
⸻
Bridge (Lift, melodic but still UK cadence)
Ohhh, every colour’s a wound I trace,
Ohhh, every brushstroke hides your face.
And I don’t need the world to understand,
Just the ghost of your love in my trembling hands.
⸻
Final Chorus (Big, anthemic, layered)
🎶 I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
Paint my love in strokes they’ll never know.
Every gallery whispers the truth I drew,
Every masterpiece still bleeds of you.
Yeah, I’m tryin’ to leave a mark like Picasso,
But the canvas breaks no matter how I show… 🎶
jamespatterson
