I built a glass case around my heart
So another hooligan wouldn't come along and soil it like you did
You stroked it with your greasy fingertips, leaving a sloppy mark and
Departing the museum, never to return
Because the art wasn't to your taste
Even though you left, your blotch remains
Because I risk damage to the artwork by trying to wipe it off

Ever since you defaced my heart
Nobody has come around to check it out
Having art on display seems pointless when there's no one to admire it
But the "look, don't touch" message the glass case implies
Seems to scare away anyone interested
Still, it gets lonely having no one to touch my heart
Other than the glass walls of this solitary display case