Bryce Ancil - the art Lyrics

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