Skeletons
I can still smell the room
The dampness and tobacco plumes
A shadow in a veil of light
Footsteps in the dead of night
I find reminders in those sounds
They visit me like hand me downs
I can still see you there
Silent in the corner chair
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess its generational
I guess its best under the rug
Is talking still beyond the pale?
Gift of the gab was of the gael
Yet somehow this is still taboo
Hate these words my point is proved
I've learned about you through my vices
I've come to know you through my crisis
I guess I never lost you at all
Cuz you grow on me the more I call
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess it's generational
I guess its best under the rug
I feel you
I feel you
I feel you
I feel you
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess it's generational
I guess its best under the rug
The dampness and tobacco plumes
A shadow in a veil of light
Footsteps in the dead of night
I find reminders in those sounds
They visit me like hand me downs
I can still see you there
Silent in the corner chair
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess its generational
I guess its best under the rug
Is talking still beyond the pale?
Gift of the gab was of the gael
Yet somehow this is still taboo
Hate these words my point is proved
I've learned about you through my vices
I've come to know you through my crisis
I guess I never lost you at all
Cuz you grow on me the more I call
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess it's generational
I guess its best under the rug
I feel you
I feel you
I feel you
I feel you
Your memories left in the attic
An age old story its a classic
Skeletons left in the closet
No ones really sure what caused it
Words you said were always few
Yet I still see myself in you
I guess it's generational
I guess its best under the rug
Credits
Writer(s): Declan Kinahan
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