Exhibit of the Year (Lyrics)

Where were you when I said "You remind me of a portrait in a dream"? So I'll say, "Cry, but your watercolors fade, This ain't science baby, it's called creativity." If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right, If I move my hands right would you see yourself disappear? If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right. Don't wash my filthy hands off, As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black. So, take my brushes off your portrait of a face 'Cause I will paint your smile into obscurity. If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right, If I move my hands right would you see yourself disappear? If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right. Fill lips with black lines, darken your smile. Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead. Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air. Layer pain upon paint like you were never there. Will you see yourself disappear? Will you see yourself disappear? Will you see yourself disappear?