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

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linoleum can get pretty cold.