MUSEUM OF HUMAN THINGS [Verse 1] I found an old notebook With crossings-out and stains Bad drawings in the margins And half-remembered names It took me twenty minutes To make something better today But somehow that old failure Was harder to throw away [Pre-Chorus] Every tool removes a struggle Every struggle leaves a mark What happens when creation Never has to start in dark? [Chorus] Put it in the museum The things we used to do The drafts that took a weekend The songs we fought our way through Put my crooked little handwriting Behind protective glass I’m excited for tomorrow But I’m grieving for the past [Verse 2] Now I describe a feeling And watch a world appear Something I couldn’t make before Materializes here It’s beautiful and frightening Like gravity gave way Every limitation disappearing Leaves another thing to mourn away [Bridge] But maybe difficulty Was never where the beauty lived Maybe all that really mattered Was having something left to give So I’ll use every new tool And still keep the old scars Build impossible machines Then play my cheap guitar [Final Chorus] Put it in the museum The way creation used to feel But leave the doors wide open For whatever becomes real I can mourn what we’re losing Without demanding that it stay I can miss yesterday And still be thrilled by today
