Bad Museum Lyrics

There's a space in the garden I used to bury my pain

But I'd rather sit down at the end of the day And talk it through with no one else but you

They lay the foundations from shit you collect A couple of broken records spinning round the deck

But one voice rings true, it's you

There's a collection of scars in a trophy case In the house called a bad museum

Your struggles just a story you don't need to add more chapters to

Do you really even need them

Cause they're a victory

There's a collection of scars in a trophy case In the house called a bad museum