Fair The Attic
The attic is still full
Of all of the same things
That lay here when I was
Wide-eyed for playthings.
The basement is chock-full
Of all of the memories
Handed to lovers with great expectations.
Don't leave me behind.
Don't leave me alone.
For I just may recall
What brought me here.
The palace of wisdom
Has never reached my mind.
The chance of a lifetime
Has beaten me blindside.
With high expectations
And haughty irreverence.
The words that I've spoken
Turn into nonsense.
You said it was
A lonely night.
You took the lead
And made the mark.
You tore the pages
From the scene.
That taught me
To control the sadness.
