The Museum of Orphaned Concepts

When I think about the price of admission
And the size of the wait
I would've probably denied this position
Tried to make my escape
But I pressed on, frustrated
Pushed through and waded
Past crowds that were so dense
They obstructed my view
(Of the eventual outcome)

Pose me, place me in a glass display
Study every move I make
Watch as my body starts to decay
Will they learn from every mistake I've made?
I hope there's something inside this fucked up brain
Or was it all a waste?

So often I wonder if people still get that
I'm just a real person, not a sample to gawk at
And I know that my own life decisions brought me to this
(My eventual outcome)

Pose me, place me in a glass display
Study every move I make
Watch as my body starts to decay
Will they learn from every mistake I've made?
I hope there's something inside this fucked up brain
Or was it all a waste?

What will be said when I am gone?

I've spent years of my life as a constant exhibit
To be covered in dust
When they turn off the lights and they exit the building
Will they be able to match a name to my face?

The years add up
The years add up
Will they care?
Is that enough?
The years add up
The years add up
The years add up
Is that enough?

I've been displaying myself in a case
Broadcasting my problems in space
Just hoping that someone relates
As the years passed by, I became
An artifact buried away
To be found at a much later date
Here I am, just have your way

Where's the need?
Dig a hole
Wrap me up
Take your notes
Bury me