My Museum Pieces by The Gifted Children Lyrics

A talisman, a broken ark
Your picture in a wooden frame
The elevator to your heart
Is cold and rusted out

I’m writing poems on your hand
But you don’t see them
So i’m going back inside
To preserve the last traces of you
My museum pieces include
A grocery list with your handwriting
Vanilla on a pillow
And a half-smoked cigarette