She drew a picture of you with wings, but you drew lines in the sand
She drew herself as a newborn wrapping her fingers around your hand
Maybe the wings were really arms, art is only what you make of it
Because she also gave herself bunny ears when she drew herselfin a crib
She drew a picture of a house, one I presume she's never seen
She wrote the importance of flowers, because you can have them for free
I guess that she kept me from jumping the gun, love is only what you make of it
She drew a picture of a family practice while she drew herself in a crib
She drew a picture of a flaming car, she drew up papers for her class ring
I was an expensinsive mistake, taper it off and let the healing begin
Maybe the wings were really checks, debt is only what you make of it
I went and picked her flowers while she drew herself in a crib