Museum of Human Things

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