Alex Apolline - The Museum Lyrics

Stale breath and morning sex
Laying on the other side of your bed
Just one more second
Before we
Take a walk and dance around the subject
Like we're not in love yet
Just playing with the concept


But there's the postcard on my dresser from the day we spent together
There's our tickets from the portrait gallery
And there's the bottle cap from dinner, and the note left on my mirror
It's so funny that I kept them all in case


But now, all that I'm left with
A shelf full of remnants
The relics of everything we almost could have been
Something so precious
Know that I meant it
When I said I'd never felt like this before
And I could wait a couple years
For you to leave then reappear
And tell me that I never left your mind
But now, all that I'm left with
A shelf full of remnants
The relics of everything we (almost) could have been


I listen to you talk about your passions
Such a perfect match but
I just can't compete with what you live and breathe
Accept that though you're heavy hearted
You would have if you wanted
Found a way
To try to make the time for me


The postcard on your dresser from the day we spent together
The ticket from the time we missed the train
And there's the voice notes and the pictures, I was right there at your fingers
You can leave me here but not without a trace


But now, all that I'm left with
A shelf full of remnants
The relics of everything we almost could have been
Something so precious
Know that I meant it
When I said I'd never felt like this before
And I could wait a couple years
For you to leave then reappear
And tell me that I'd never left your mind
But now, all that I'm left with
A shelf full of remnants
The relics of everything we almost could have been


Ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooooh
Everything we almost could have been
Ooooh, ooooh


But now, all that I'm left with
A shelf full of remnants
The relics of everything we almost could have been