The work of art
(Billy Bob Thornton)
A heavy feeling creeps through my bones As I get out of the car and close the door I think back to your voice on the phone My blood starts to cause my ears to roar The back door screen is slightly ajar And I walk into the kitchen for a beer I look up in the doorway and there you are And your face tells me there's been someone else here The way you smell, the way you sway The way your eyes just drift away The way the pain strangles my heart I have no doubt this was the work of art How can you disrespect me so ? You barely even hide your secret sin It seems you wouldn't want me to know Or maybe you just think that I'm that dim I see the pack of Lucky's he forgot When he's around you have a different smile You may think I'm love blind but I'm not Don't think that I don't know my best friend's style The way he plays, the game he plays The way he takes your breath away The way he painted us apart I have no doubt this was the work of art The way you smell, the way you sway The way your eyes just drift away The way the pain strangles my heart I know that this had to be old art You can't hide this precious work of art