Attic Room

Attic Room - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Records in the trash

Your voice on the breeze

The fits and the screams

And you were only thirteen

You had the attic room

I heard the whole thing

And your slanted ceiling your dad painted blue

What ever happened to you

Only the worst can be assumed

You're dreaming often of the attic room

In other rooms with other girls

Looked at other ceilings

The springs and the size

And drowned another night

But your makeup's shaky

And all that's new is the owner of the arm around you

I couldn't know what to do

He never had the attic room