Museum of Almost

[Verse 1 — delicate keys, crooked bass]
I scrape the dust from painted gold
Keep every canvas from growing old
Ten perfect rooms, one hairline crack
And that's the room you drag me back

[Pre-Chorus — warm harmonies]
My paintings sleep beneath the stairs
No one remembers they are there

[Chorus — dramatic, soaring]
Welcome to the museum of almost
Where nothing beautiful survives
The smallest flaw becomes the headline
And every triumph disappears
I'd clear these halls and paint them empty
Let my colors fill the walls
But little eyes come here for wonder
And they'd lose their world as well
(Almost, almost, never enough)

[Verse 2 — restless breakbeat]
You want the colors brighter still
I mix the paint against my will

[Bridge — bare piano]
If I preserve what everyone adores
Who's saving anything of yours?

[Outro — falsetto]
I sign another restoration
And leave my name off my creation