Kilogram

It started physical But there's no shame there

I was what you needed and I was happy to stay there

you said I was your constant, your ideal

And I started to think that the thing we had was real

The days turned to years right in front of our eyes

You kept me locked up here, I felt like a prize

you said I was the best you'd had and I clung to your word

I wanted to be what you needed, and for you I was standard.

I was lost for so long but you showed me who I am

I would never be wrong if I was your kilogram

But now it's all over - If your calculations are correct

I'm more than a number - And that is why we're wrecked

I know it makes sense

I know you have needs

But what do I do now

What about me

Could you really replace me with nothing but numbers?

I suppose that you can

But who will I be if I'm not your Kilogram

I'm searching for meaning

in your eyes but they're blank

there is someone else, I know it.

somebody named Planck

I know it makes sense

It's logic, it's smart

but I did nothing wrong

do you not have a heart

would you let a committee of strangers tell you who I am?

and will you really be you, without your kilogram?