I’m gonna paint you by numbers and color you in/If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall/And it’s so hard to say it but I’ve been here before/And I’ll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours
In the pocket pop dribble, the bemoaning of how hard it would be without a companion in life – someone to build and grow with. It’s enough to make you spit-up in your mouth or laugh to the point of involuntary urination. But what really puts this over the top is the Paint By Numbers analogy.