No Love Here - All Human

If you insist on being hung up like a tapestry

Don’t fret about as the passersby just pass you by

And don’t pick up the instruments used for paint

Dreams scenes you can’t possibly create

A watercolor dusted hang over a motel bed and-

And you’re the kind that hands with a certain disdain for

The passerby that passes you by without a second glance and

I don’t believe you have an eye for color or depth

A mishmash of manic and desperate episodes

A temper tantrum trying to pass for creative expression

There’s no love here

Just a museum

Housing brittle depictions of what used to be

In a building behind glass

All the mistakes from the past

You could go nowhere

You could go nowhere

In a building on a wall

An old sad picture of you is scrawled

So you could go nowhere, go nowhere

In a building, a monument

Of things you said but you never meant

You go nowhere

You go nowhere

There’s no love here

Just a museum

Housing brittle depictions of what used to be

(There's no love here

Just a museum)