museum walls

I'm painted on the walls Can't barely see me at all Underneath the paintings of a thousand men Thinking that their paintbrushes would mend them I see you sit and stop and stare At people who were never really there Underneath fake skies of blue (fake skies of blue) Wishing they could be like you (Be like you, be like you, be like you, be like you) I hear everything you say (everything you say) All about the weather and the time of day (time of day) Watching your life drift away And you're the only one to blame I am the walls of the museum I know all of their secrets There's no way for me to tell So I guess I'll keep them I am the walls of the museum I know all of their secrets There's no way for me to tell So I guess I'll keep them