Museum

I am an artist, I won't crawl

I'll paint a picture of my heart

And hang it on a wall



It's my sweet release

It's my masterpiece

Hanging on a wall in a museum



You can hurt me but I'll fight back

I'll rearrange the shadows and the light

'Til the colors turn to black



'Til my broken heart

Is a work of art

Hanging on a wall in a museum



And I'll paint the golden summers

And I'll paint the starry nights

And I'll paint the bloody battles

And the refuse of the fight



Like a message in a bottle

Like a ghost beyond the grave

You're looking for some meaning

But it's my life I'm trying to save



I am a stranger to myself

Not living breathing flesh and blood

But dust upon a shelf



It's my joy and my strife

It's my lot in life

To be hanging on a wall in a museum