Stolen Art and Broken Hearts


Old man wakes up goes and turns the bathroom lights on,
Looks in the mirror doesnt have to put a smile on
Its saturday theres only one place that youll see him,
Staring at the painting at the art museum
Each time he goes he sees the painting little different,
Finds something that the other visits had kept hidden
He goes to touch it almost does but then the guard sees,
He says sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave
In the dead of night, There was a heist,They took his painting away
In the dead of night, There was a heist,They took my girl away
He turns the news on so his dog wont feel so lonely,
Walks towards the door hears things that make him pace more slowly
He turns around and its as if his throat was swollen,
All the art at the museum was stolen
He takes off in his sock feet and leaves the door wide,
Running down the street he's ripping off his neck tie
He blows past cops through yellow tape like its a finish line,
A nail in wall is all thats left of his valentine
He's back home no dog to come and lick his wounds,
In fit of rage he pulls out drawers and throws them cross room
Amidst the rubble he sees one of his old palettes,
He'll recreate the painting it won't be a challenge
At the end of night a pile of attempts,
Bad imitations on each canvas he resents
He keels over minutes later come the sirens,
His eyes reopen and he sees the painting vibrant
In the dead of night,There was a heist,They took his painting away
In the dead of night,There was a heist,They took my girl away

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