All

th stu

-

pid

lies

and

the

stu

-

pid

games

Left

a

va

-

can-

cy

in

this

pic

-

ture

frame

A

pri

-

so-

ner

by

my

own

hands

Cause

if

I

can't

have

me

then

no

one

can

I

need

to

heal

what

I

in-

flict

But

I'll

burn

that

bridge

when

I

get

to

it

As

I

play

rou-

lette

with

a

bro

-

ken

gun

I

con-

fess

these

sins

with

a

sharp

and

spite-

ful

tongue

So

how

do

I

a-

po-

lo-

gize

And

put

the

tears

back

in

your

eyes?

When

eve-

ry

can

-

vas

that

I

paint

Is

a

mas-

ter-

piece

made

of

my

mis-

takes

Out-

lined

in

guilt,

my

port

-

rait

stares

In

a

ga-

lle-

ry

where

the

walls

lie

bare

As

I

mo

-

der-

nize

my

an

-

tique

ways

True

co

-

lors

can't

es-

cape

the

brush

of

fate

So

how

do

I

a-

po-

lo-

gize

And

put

the

tears

back

in

your

eyes?

When

eve-

ry

can

-

vas

that

I

paint

Is

a

mas-

ter-

piece

made

of

my

mis-

takes

Il-

lust-

rate

all

my

pain

And

set

it

all

a-

blaze

Burn

And

set

it

all

a-

blaze

So

how

do

I

a-

po-

lo-

gize

And

put

the

tears

back

in

your

eyes?

When

eve-

ry

can

-

vas

that

I

paint

Is

a

mas-

ter-

piece

made

of

my

mis

-

takes

And

in

the

light

of

my

de-

mise

I

see

my

fai

-

lures

in

your

eyes

Eve-

ry

can

-

vas

that

I

paint

Is

a

mas-

ter-

piece

made

of

my

mis-

takes