Paints The Picket - Lauren Alaina
Lyrics by：Johnny Clawson/Peytan Porter/Kyle Sturrock
Composed by：Johnny Clawson/Peytan Porter/Kyle Sturrock
Produced by：Joey Moi
There's speckled white paint on his faded blue denim
He's had a brush in his hand since a quarter past seven
There's an unfinished fight behind the screen door
But that fence needs one maybe two coats more
So he'll stay outside and she'll just let him
They've got things they should say it's true
But they both find better things to do
He mows the lawn
Clears out the gutter
Takes out the trash
Sorts through the clutter
He does anything
Just about everything other than say what's on his mind
She doesn't talk he doesn't listen
They fix the things that don't need the fixing
Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't
She cleans the house he paints the picket
There's a red wine stain on the living room carpet
Got a pile of laundry she still ain't started
There's dust on the frame of their wedding picture
A ring on her hand that just don't fit her like it did
She should tell him but instead
She makes the bed
Folds back the covers
She sweeps the rug
But doesn't look under
She does anything
Just about everything other than say what's on her mind
He doesn't talk she doesn't listen
They fix the things that don't need the fixing
Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't
She cleans the house he paints the picket
They've got things they should say it's true
But they both find better things to do
He mows the lawn
Clears out the gutter
She sweeps the rug
But doesn't look under
They do anything
Just about everything other than say what's on their minds
He doesn't talk she doesn't listen
They fix the things that don't need the fixing
Keep telling themselves it is what it isn't
She cleans the house he paints the picket
He paints the picket
