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