as if these walls weren't stained enough

Our palms are sweating and I feel you sigh
As you push the hair from my eyes
With a soft touch I rarely know
And in the afterglow of what has just happened
I begin to forget what made me want to let go
Was it the way you could disappear,
As if you wanted to leave?
Or the way you look at her,
As if she’s someone you want me to be
Perhaps the way you’d yell those words,
As if your fist doesn’t hurt me enough.
Yet here in this moment alone with you,
None of this comes to mind
And I can act as if we’re happy again
So if you would, please do me a favor
Draw a smile on my heart,
With paint so thick it’ll never wash clean
So that even when it hurts,
The pain they’ll never see