Текст песни Me, Museum - Mary Lambert

'My mother found a rabid dog
And wanted to hug it,
Wanted to give it all her glorious honey love,
Wanted to bathe her children in a two-parent household,
But, the dog didn't want kids.
The dog would scream it in the hallway at four A.M.
Reminding us as often as possible.
The sheer art of it,
How the monster could panic into my body.
Sometimes I still hear it in the chambers of my heart.
The way some glorious paintings stay with you.

I am a museum.
I must be a museum.

When I was seven, the dog told me I was going to be a slut.
No one came over to our house to play.
The dog made me write, "I will flush the toilet seventy-five times".
I would've remembered to flush the toilet,
But, I started blacking out around then.
Forgetting basic things,
Started praying that Oprah would save us all.
I took snapshots with my memory camera,
Hoping there would be justice for this kind of "psyco-warfare".
The teachers at the daycare offered apology eyes and extra sequence
For the art project.
The day after, the dog chased me around each room,
Because I forgot where my other shoe was.

When you are a child
And your mind is panicked like a fire alarm at all time,
You lose the ability to remember simple things.
I haven't lost a personal item in months.
Do not laugh when I say, 'This is a victory'
Shame is an ocean I swim across.
Sometimes, I call it drowning.
Sometimes, I call it Moses.
Sometimes, I say, "Good morning!" and swade through its murky surge.
Sometimes, I win and cut off its crest with a pink machete.
Sometimes, I want to fuck it and
Marry it and kill it all at the same time.
Sometimes, I spend my whole day apologizing on shame's behalf.
Sometimes, I think it must be an art form to feel this bad.
Sometimes, I outrun all of its psyco-history.
Other times, I repeat the language from my child mouth
While beating my head against a wall.
But all the time I am forgiven.'