Life Imitates Art

Well you've heard it said before life imitates art

Just like brush strokes on a canvas seem to break your heart

The same is true for all the gut wrenching moments

Or when a really good thing comes to an end

Well it comes and goes in waves it's just so hard to know

If it's really gone away or if the tide's just low

I told myself that when I moved on I'd always remember

But now it's starting to get hard to hear your voice in pictures

What if we never really move on

We just increase the distance

What if it sticks around in shadows