private museum
- COLLECTION EXPANDING
- OPEN LATE / POORLY LIT
- WING UNDER MAINTENANCE
“Every year is proof I made it, every year takes something too”
Getting older as privilege and loss at the same time. Another candle means she got here, and it means someone else did not. The heart becomes a private museum, open late, poorly lit, a new room for every absence.
Life happens anyway, the chorus says, past the plans and the people who don't stay. The outro lights one more candle, and only doubt grows old with her.
LYRICS / TRANSCRIPT
Verse 1
I thought age would travel lightly
Leave the heavy things behind
But it brings them to the table
Sits them down beside the wine
Another candle, another name
I can't invite into the room
Growing older means I got here
It means they didn't too
Pre-Chorus
The heart becomes a private museum
Open late and poorly lit
Half the wing is under maintenance
No one visits, a few still care
Chorus
Life happens anyway
Past the plans we couldn't save
Past the doors that never opened
Past the people who don't stay
Every year is proof I made it
Every year takes something too
I am living, I am losing
Both can crowd an empty room
Verse 2
I keep receipts of sorrow
Souvenirs of getting used
Trauma bonds and party stories
I'd hand back if I could
Some breaks leave the bones still working
And rearrange the way you move
You survive, and then you meet
The stranger that it made out of you
Pre-Chorus
The heart becomes a private museum
Nothing leaves when seasons do
The life turns into memorabilia
Each new absence gets a room
Chorus
Life happens anyway
Past the plans we couldn't save
Past the doors that never opened
Past the people who don't stay
Every year is proof I made it
Every year takes something too
I am living, I am losing
Both can crowd an empty room
Bridge
They say growing old's a privilege
As if that's meant to be good news
A privilege I keep paying for
Around people I wouldn't choose
I can love the years that kept me
And resent what they withdrew
Some days I call it living
Some days I just get through
Chorus
Life happens anyway
Far beyond the shape we gave
It arrives without permission
Takes whatever it will take
The calendar keeps turning
Like a bitch with no mistakes
I am living, I am losing
It files them both the same
Life happens anyway
Shit happens anyway
Outro
Another candle, another name
After a while, you only lose
The year turns over anyway
Only doubt grows old with you
- ARTIST
- Haylie Ferguson
- EDITION
- the bell jar: victoria lucas
- LABEL
- Maison Oblique Entertainment