Exhibit of the Year

歌詞

Where you when I said "You remind me of a portrait in a dream"? So I'll say, "Cry, but your watercolors fade This ain't science baby, it's called creativity" If I move my hands right If I move my hands right would you see yourself disappear? I wash my filthy hands off As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black So, take my brushes off your portrait of a face 'Cause I will paint your smile into obscurity Fill lips with black lines Darken your smile Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air Layer pain upon paint like you were never there Would you see yourself disappear Like you were never there?