Sit Pretty.

I'm just a curio cabinet

Set inside your living room

Full of oddities you can't explain

But I'm beautiful

Adorned in gold trim

Cut from cherry wood

Wrapped in crown molding

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And you look upon me

Surrounded by your friends

And say "ain't she the best?"

And I'm not speaking

Holding my tongue

My drawers locked tight

As you say "she's so gorgeous"

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Encased in windexed glass

My heart weeps

Because I'm just an antique

Something you hold onto

Because it's comfortable

Because it's unique

Because I'm pretty

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A trophy you hold on your arm

Showcase in your home

As your friends ooh and ahh

Around my limbs

I wonder then what I am

Am I only this?

Just this and nothing else? 

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And I wonder what I replaced

There's an imprint on the floor

Larger than what my slim legs can hold

And you stare sometimes at my feet

Wishing that imprint sprouted up

Wishing and waiting for that imprint to take its rightful place

As I linger and watch behind the transparent doors of my case

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You begin to be less careful

You don't polish anymore

You don't wipe my glass clean

You slam my doors shut

And forget to lock with a key

You don't dust my curiosities 

My souvenirs remain untouched

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Then something happens

You bring a new cabinet through the door

Fresh and polished just today

Her black wooden doors hold gold handles

Her legs, though slim, hold all that weight

You and all your friends pick me up

Push me on my side, and haul me passed the door

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Was I only new to you?

Was I damaged, a chip in the molding?

Was there an etch in my glass?

Did your friends sneer towards my cage?

And cut words in my casing?

Was I just too much?

A prize too used?

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I stand on the corner of your driveway

Waiting for a truck that may never pass by 

And the rain pours on me, ruining my polish

Warping my tender flesh

Someone passes, and stops 

Sees something worth protecting

Valued in priceless treasures in their eye

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And I wonder then 

As they re-trim my doors 

Placing new glass in my frame

What is the rate at which I am sold?

Auctioned off to new buyers?

And they hush my worries

And whisper you're cherished, beyond price and compare

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