Attic Room - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Raccoons in the trash, a voice on the breeze

The fits and the screams when you were only thirteen

You had the attic room

You heard the whole thing

Under the slanted ceiling your dad painted blue

Whatever happened to you

Only the worst could be assumed

You’re dreaming often of the attic room

In other rooms with other boys

Under other ceilings

The springs and the sighs

May drown another night

But you wake up shaking and all that’s new

Is the owner of the arm around you

How could he know what to do

He never had the attic room