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