«I spent years becoming coolAnd in one single second you can make a decade of my efforts disappearI'm just waiting at the bar and you rip open all my scarsBy saying something like, "Didn't know you were here"I always knew I was a martyr and that Jesus was one tooBut I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrewAnd I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for youOr anybody that decides that I'm of useLonely is the museLonely is the museSo, where do I go in the process when I'm just an apparatus?I've inspired platinum records, I've earned platinum airline statusAnd I've mined a couple diamonds from the stories in my headBut I'm reduced to just a body here in someone else's bedI always knew I was a martyr and that Jesus was one tooBut I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrewAnd I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for youOr anybody that decides that I'm of useLonely is the museLonely is the museAnd I will always be a martyr, I will fill your life with soundsI'll be a wind chime in the window, catching light to throw aroundAnd I will tear apart your bedroom, I'll call you in the nightI will exist in every second just to decorate your lifeAnd when you're done you can discard me like the others always doAnd I will nurse my wounds until another artist needs me newAnd I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in viewFor anybody that decides that I'm of useLonely is the museLonely is the museLonely is the museLonely and forgotten is the...»