Lie back on the linoleum

And stare up at my self-made museum

And you could be the artifact I never needed

In my two-toned gallery

 

Stand with your arms akimbo on my counter made of formica

While I devise a pose that fits in with my formula

And you could be the artifact I never needed

In my two-toned gallery

 

And you could be the background

And you could be the background

A muted muse without a sound

 

Hold still while I construct your bust made from tiles and mosaics

When the patrons come to see you, they’ll read your face like Braille

And you could be the exhibit I never needed

In my two-toned gallery

 

And you could be the background

And you could be the background

And you could be the object I found

 

And if I had to make a self-portrait it’d be from exposed brick

That’s what he said, if I were a material, and he had to pick

Maybe he said it unintentionally hurtfully

But I’ll just hang it in my two-toned gallery

 

Stand just like David on my coffee table made of mahogany

Why you still stick around, hell, it boggles me

And you could be the greatest thing I never needed

In my two-toned gallery

 

And you could be the background

And you could be the background

And you are my muted muse with no sound

The object I found