I'm used to broken promises
To drunken I love you's and days without contact with no excuse
I'm used to excuses
To lying away the questionable and not claiming me in public
I was your secret, your safe haven
Tucked away in a mountainside with no reception
Where no one thought or cared to look, just like you wanted it
I was your inhaler
Your savior in time of need, dust collector when you could breathe on your own
Now I am your exhibit
You can gaze from afar, but don't dare come near enough to touch
For each chip you removed gave way to the beautiful masterpiece I've become
Your fingerprint necessary, but smoothed away with time