Out of the Picture

And now You're shut in
An egyptian mausoleum
And it's cluttered with all your things
Screens and shoes
Junk no one needs

If you wait
Too long to tell her
You'll be left
Out of the picture
Oil paints they dry
Over a long stretch of time

And old Tutenkamun's
Dead eye balls stare at you
Eternal unease, you are doomed
If only you
Had been quicker