The Works of You

Hang the works of you on the wall as you go

And I will carry them with me forever to show

The ways in which you changed me

The ways in which you shaped me

Here, your painting will forever be remaining

My heart is a museum of everyone I've loved

Each work of art, a memory

Of those that I held close to me

Forever in the gallery

Hold them near, the souvenirs

As keepsakes from those who are

No longer with me

No longer with me

Sometimes, I wish I could wipe the canvas clean

But what if I erase everything?

If I could just forget the pain

And let the love remain

Then, I would scratch and scrape

Scrape away the paint

Scrape away the paint

My heart is a museum of everyone I've loved

Each work of art, a memory

Of those that I held close to me

Forever in the gallery

I'll hold them near, the souvenirs

As keepsakes from those who are

No longer with me

No longer with me

I stand beneath each person's frame

I wonder if they do the same

Did they choose to scratch and scrape?

Or did they choose to let me stay?

I stand beneath each person's frame

I wonder if they do the same

Did they choose to scratch and scrape?

Or did they choose to let me stay?