the art

Look at our state
Too far gone to make the safer choice
Pretty scenes that we paint
Your hues and your shades
My passive voice
And you're changing by the hour
I'm crying watercolor showers
I'm only yours when you allow it
So cruel and so avant-garde
But the passion we exhibit and
That emotion you elicit
Undoes my sense and analytics
So I live in the world you want
But when we fight it feels ten-on-one

If only I could separate the artist from the art
Or the beauty from the brush
Portrait of a man who doesn't know what he wants
Stripping me of all my standards from the jump
Can't separate the artist from the art
Or the beauty from the brush
Don't wanna hold me, you just want to keep me clutched
But you want me in your reach and not your touch
Separate the artist from the

Frame me up in your gallery
Leave me up against your wall
That's right where you wanted me
So funny that when you call
I reply all cool and calm
You say, "you're my muse, you know" but
Ceci n'est pas une pipe
Thought it's a masterpiece
It's a project of vanity
Repressing all the sketches 'til I made that connection
You ain't worried bout my peace
No crying over the messes made; all the shades

Separate the artist from the art
Or the beauty from the brush
Portrait of a man who doesn't know what he wants
Stripping me of all my standards from the jump
Can't separate the artist from the art
Or the beauty from the brush
Don't wanna hold me, you just want to keep me clutched
But you want me in your reach and not your touch
Separate the artist from the

The art
Separate the artist from the
Yeah, yeah
Separate the artist from the

Thought you're holding me down
You're busy holding me back
Oh, now you're walking out
My thoughts get rather abstract
I wish I looked like your ex
Or I just wish that you cared
Reflections, but the objects are further than they appear

Why won't you let go of me
The persistence of memory
Got me too caught up in your imagery
To see the manipulator right in front of me