Attic

Marked by indecision, I'm a ghostly apparatus
Plagued by cheap precision, I'm a pitcher out of practice
Tell me all your secrets, I'll turn into a cactus
Tell me all your secrets, or I'll burn you with these matches

Tell me that story from a week ago and don't you try to change it
Tell me something that I don't know and see if you can explain it
Patience is a virtue that I don't have, and I don't plan to learn it
Plant your seeds and if they grow, then you don't have to return it

Desperate for attention, I'm a poser and an addict
Lacking in retention, my memory's erratic
Let's forget this party and go sneak into the attic
Sick of everybody that's unbearably emphatic

Tell me that story from a week ago and don't you try to change it
Tell me something that I don't know and see if you can explain it
Patience is a virtue that I don't have, and I don't plan to learn it
Plant your seeds and if they grow, then you don't have to return it



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Machacek
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