Well Well Art

You came in late

With paint on your thumb

Said, "What if this mess

Wasn't done?"

Canvas on the floor

Brush in your shoe

I laughed too hard

'Cause it looked like you

Well, well

Look at that spark

You make a mark

Then split the dark

Well well art

You cut right through me

Well well art

You make it new, babe

I can't look away

You turn my gray to stay

You tore up the sketch

Then drew it again

Same crooked smile

Same ink-stained hands

Half-finished lines

On the old blue tray

You said, "Leave it rough

That's how it stays"

Well, well

There it is now

You turn a doubt

Into a wow

Well well art

You cut right through me

Well well art

You make it new, babe

I can't look away

You turn my gray to stay

If I fall apart

Put me in your frame

All of my edges

Spell out your name

Well well art

You cut right through me

Well well art

You make it new, babe

I can't look away

You turn my gray to stay