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