Picasso
 作词 : Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer
 作曲 : Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer
Oh my god,
I think that I am,
In over my head,
I have let the chaos in,
And now it’s in my bed.
January morning fights,
And April rendezvous,
You paint only tragedy,
And I’ll keep coming back to you.
Where did you learn to break a heart?
Turn the torture into art
Who the hell d’you think you are?
Picasso
Painting burns and painful scars,
Brushing on my body parts,
I’d do anything for my,
Picasso,
I’m still so in love with you,
I’d run into a burning room,
I’d pose and let you paint me black and blue.
Picasso.
You said hi
And I saw stars,
Should’ve looked away
I had no idea,
Something so breathtaking
Could cause bring such pain
January morning fights,
And April rendezvous,
You paint only tragedy,
And I’ll keep coming back to you.
Where did you learn to break a heart?
Turn the torture into art
Who the hell d’you think you are?
Picasso
Painting burns and painful scars,
Brushing on my body parts,
I’d do anything for my,
Picasso,
I’m still so in love with you,
I’d run into a burning room,
I’d pose and let you paint me black and blue.
Picasso.
Oh my god,
I think that I am,
In over my head,