someone has died in our attic
my love; this is tragic
someone has died in our attic
i saw it yesterday, on the news
you should have seen him, body bruised
to my luck, before it began, they had sent
someone to record us on the event:
you lost your head because of stress you said “it was automatic”
but i know what went through your head when someone died in our attic.
i painted you an ocean but it dried up
you gave me a cigarette but i got stuck
paint dries; i am your addict
someone has died in our attic.
you handed me a star but i got burnt
i held it grasped in my palms, but it hurt
fire burns; i felt static
someone has died in our attic
i gave you my hole filled heart
you then, in your attic, tore it apart
my love; this is tragic
someone has died in our attic