Attic

In the attic, so dramatic
I scream until i'm hoarse
And i've had it with the static
Unchanging discourse
And i'm tired of feeling guilty
For the things you say i've done
I don't mind if you believe
That i'm the undeserving one

I've been stagnant in the corner
Of this building that you own
And i wish that i felt warmer
In the spaces of your home
And i'm searching for your writing
In the back room of this bar
If i don't find it, know that i am
Ready to restart