Narrative - In the Name of the Body Lyrics

Cut and paste the pieces of my skin into a tapestry
Clip off a bit of hair, put some at the top there
A collage of no substance, a piece of no value
Just an amateur collection of some cells and red and blue

Can you tell how ready I am to give up on this one, too?

Purple and red come together to stain a canvas
To create a portrait of imperfection in the name of some kind of art
If it could be called that, if it could be called that
Nails and teeth biting into my flesh, carving a story with no clear points
And no goddamn substance, no f*cking substance

Cellulite scars, nothing quite right about the way my proportions line up
Nothing so damaged as this unscathed body of mine
I grow so weak as I see the skin on my hands crack so easily
They tell their own tales, but they fall on deaf ears as the person
They're closest to doesn't care to hear them
No, I don't care to hear them

Purple and red come together to stain a canvas
To create a portrait of imperfection in the name of some kind of art
If it could be called that, if it could be called that
Nails and teeth biting into my flesh, carving a story with no clear points
And no goddamn substance, no f*cking substance

I'm not an artist and that's not hard to understand
I've worked hard on this piece all my life to see no progression
Each story unfolds with no sort of lesson
No morals, no compasses, not one map
Not a single hope of reflecting exactly what I'm trying to feel
Or what I've tried to heal
I'm not an artist, I'm not an artist, I'm not an artist
You'll see that with time
I'm not an artist, I'm not an artist, I'm not an artist
You'll see that with time, you'll see that in time