A Lesson In Art History

She’s a sucker for modern art
And she knows where she comes from
A legacy of Smiths and Browns
She paints, filling numbers in
But no leaves are on the tables
Another day alone

And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark
And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark

See me, her invisibility cries
See me, she’s not the one who died
See me, in the prisms of the dark
But she steps away into herself alone

A boy selling figurines
He knows her favorite colors
Yellow gold and turquoise blue
He sells her the colored glass
For bills of tens and twenties
He’ll never dial the phone

And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark
And so on
And so it goes
Another day
Another walk
Another sound in the dark

See me, his invisibility cries
See me, he’s not the one who died
See me, in the prisms of the dark
But he steps away into herself alone

She’ll never know his touch until it’s way too late
He’ll never know the way she cries
Their backwards map lead feelings that wont reciprocate
So they pick up all their broken glass on the floor

She’s a sucker for modern art
And he knows her favorite color
But they’ll always be alone