Last of My Kind

It's not that the heart has stopped beating It's just moved to marking time It's not that the lungs have stopped breathing They still deflate and rise Tear ducts micturate and dry Nerve endings wither, calcify It's not that the body has stopped working Like it ever had the choice to resign It's not that the cells have stopped growing They've grown monstrous, they divide and divide and divide and divide and divide Your new body's brighter and boring How do you intend to excise all these vestigial organs? I cannot change I will not evolve I am an artifact, I'm the last of my kind You will encounter me in the pages of a textbook Too scared to move ahead, so stubborn I was left behind. My tiny brain, buried in my thick skull, I'm the last of my kind I'm your payphone, your calling card, a tattered atlas A relic, a curio, a useless artifact Mixtapes and photo albums, a late night long-distance phone call This used to mean something but just what, We can't recall now. Your world's moving forward, yeah, it's thriving Where do you intend to bury this survivor? I cannot change I will not evolve I am an artifact, I'm the last of my kind You will encounter me in the pages of a textbook Too scared to move ahead, so stubborn I was left behind. My tiny brain, buried in my thick skull, I'm the last of my kind