I'm a collector like the antique store man
Picking up beauties where nobody else can
Broken people, broken things
Broken hearts and broken wings
The incomplete, the never began
I'm a collector like the antique store clerk
Picking up stories, the things that didn't work
I take it all into my store
I leave it different than it was before
And satisfaction, that's just a perk
It's all what I'm perceiving in it
I'm just believing in it
I took the task when others ran
Me and the antique store man
I'm a collector like the antique store man
Picking up moments and holding 'em close as I can
Doesn't matter if it's been a while
I swear those things'll come back in style
So I keep 'em spick and span
I'm a collector like the antique store clerk
Picking up business, but I'd never call it work
I'm always finding priceless art
I'm always fixing someone else's heart
And imperfection, that's just a quirk
It's all what I'm perceiving in it
I'm just believing in it
I took the task when others ran
Me and the antique store man
Some things don't wanna be preserved
Some things don't know what they deserved
And I can't help but wonder
When his collection's gone and sold
Does the antiques man's skin grow cold
Had he hoped to keep his beauties till he's old
Well, it's all what I'm perceiving in it
I'm just believing in it
I took the task when others ran
Me and the antique store man
Me and the antique store man