The antique feeling of autumn
Tangled in her hair
Whispered through the naked trees
I slipped in the hall
The staircase was soaked with her tears
As it gathered in puddles beneath my knees
I'll climb the ladder to the attic
Waiting for flowers to bloom
I hate the walls in this room
They close in and they talk to me
Ch: I hope she can swim cause she's diving in
Into the deep end
She replaced her eyes with a lens that told lies
And she bleeds from the cut, oh
From the cut of a paper heart that was ripped
Into shreds and laid out on her bed
For the cameras to capture in their film
Collecting dust, on the mantle, she's on display
Behind the gla**, exposing her pearly white teeth
Back up, start from here, she's grinning from ear to ear, plot the point on the timeline
Where the poison army infiltrated her veins
Bridge: Hiding in boxes
Away from the light
The fabric was sewn
By the stories of her life
Ch: Repeat
These clothes are old
Inside of each fold
Is a story that will never be told
In the attic for all eternity
Out of sight and out of mind everyday
Ch: Repeat- out of mind everyday