Curated Life

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Curated Life
A Curated Life
[Verse 1]
Everybody wants
A curated life
Hiding the life
That was lived
No mess on the counter
No dust in the light
No grief in the hallway
No strange afternoon
The laundry gets hidden
The dishes get moved
The room gets arranged
So the living won’t show
[Pre-Chorus]
But the cracks in the wall

Know more than the frame
And the room still remembers
What they tried to erase
[Chorus]
Don’t clean the mess
Don’t make a life
That hides the meaning
Don’t crop the room
Don’t hide the scars
The cracks show
Who they really are
[Verse 2]
Everybody wants
A curated life
Hiding the work
It took to survive

A smile for the window
A face for the screen
A cleaner little version
Of who they have been
The boxes get new labels
The walls get repainted
The stain gets covered
All to bury the shame
No wrong turns showing
No hands still shaking
No proof they were here
No proof they were breaking
[Pre-Chorus]
But the mirror gets polished
Till no one is left
Just a perfect reflection
With no life behind it

[Chorus]
Don’t clean the mess
Don’t make a life
That hides the meaning
Don’t crop the room
Don’t hide the scars
The cracks show
Who they really are
[Bridge]
If no one is allowed
To simply be
Then every life
Becomes apology
If no one is allowed
To fall apart
We build a world

With no beating heart
So where do we put
The life that was lived?
The grief under floorboards
The room won’t admit
Where do we put
The hours that aren’t fine?
The things we survived
But could not make shine?
[Final Chorus]
Don’t clean the mess
Don’t make a life
That hides the meaning
Don’t crop the room
Don’t hide the scars
The cracks show

Who we really are
Leave the dust
Leave the scar
Leave the strange
Leave the hurt
Don’t crop the room
Don’t hide the scars
The cracks show
Who we really are
[Outro]
Everybody wants
A curated life
Hiding the life
That was lived
We can hide all the mess
But the meaning goes with it

We can polish the mirror
Till no life is left
We can make it look clean
And sell it as life
But where did we go?
Where did we go?
No one is left
Nothing remains