Masterpiece

Strokes on a canvas

Clay on the floor

In the hands of an artist

They become something more

'Cause

My life is a series of misses

Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye

My life is a work that's unfinished

A heart that keeps quitting

A cup that runs dry

You

Make

A symphony

From broken melodies

You do it beautifully

You

Take

The mass of me

Make it a masterpiece

You make a masterpiece

When the works in progress

It doesn't look like much

No

I'm in the hands of an artist

I either fight or trust

Yeah

'Cause

My life is a series of misses

Of constantly kissing perfection goodbye

My life is a work that's unfinished

A heart that keeps quitting

A cup that runs dry

You

Make

A symphony

From broken melodies

You do it beautifully

You

Take

The mass of me

Make it a masterpiece

You make a masterpiece

Yeah

Yeah uh

People change when the pain of staying the same is

Greater

If I'm created who am I to question the creator

I try to figure the reasons for his decisions

But end up being frustrated because infinite intuition is not

A part of my psyche

I'm well aware I just might be a product of

His divinely dream of being so finely tuned

To hear the beauty of what he's doing through me

Composing the inner new me

A masterpiece I am truly

A masterpiece I am truly

Yeah

You

Make

A symphony

From broken melodies

You do it beautifully

You

Take

The mass of me

Make it a masterpiece

You make a masterpiece