My Attic

Written by Juila Michaels, Ilsey Juber, Freddy Wexler


My attic is full of pages, full of crazy cluttered spaces that you could not cross
My attic is full of bones and full of hopeless young emotions that just won’t grow up
And I keep hiding the keys in all these places even I can’t find
Hoping one day you’ll find them all and I will let you see inside my attic

Inside this olive skin are paper-thin illusions that I’m tougher than I am
And I’m guarded, castle walls from all the falls and break up calls and never-should-have-beens
But don’t go pushing too hard, I’m not so easy to manipulate
I will give you all of my secrets if you promise you can brave my attic

And I swear, not trying to be vindictive
I’m just terrified that you might see me different
You’ll change your mind, tell me that I’m crazy, tell me that I’m okay, tell me that you’ll stay

‘Cause my attic is sober plans and one night stands that numbers can’t begin to calculate
My attic is up the stairs and waiting there on lonely nights, they keep me wide awake

I keep hiding the keys in all these places even I can’t find
Hoping one day you’ll find them all ’cause I wanna let you see inside my attic

Oh ohhh
Oh ohhh
My attic, my attic, my attic
My attic
My attic

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