My mind is an attic (I go)
Pull down the ladder
and climb back to who I used to be
Thoughts that sit there so static (ahh)
Boxed them up
but I still visit them occasionally
I’ve got grudges
I dig through (they’ve been)
Collecting dust,
but still the kid in me
can’t let them go
Wanna frame
what I’ve been through (ahh)
The colors fade
but I remember what I used to know
Nostalgic dissociation
Should give it up for donation, but
My mind is an attic
I go there when I’m blue
Make the past so romantic
It’s just something to do
Did I love it or hate it
Is my memory true
My mind is an attic
I go there when I’m blue, blue
I’m a stranger in my home (and it’s)
Filled to the ceiling with these
feelings I don’t need anymore
I wanna take all your baggage,
leave it out on the road
Your ghost keeps sending me
back over to that pull down door
It’s like, I don’t know
if you would recognize me
If you hear my thoughts, you know
My mind is an attic
I go there when I’m blue
Make the past so romantic
It’s just something to do
Did I love it or hate it
Is my memory true
My mind is an attic
I go there when I’m blue, blue
Death of an ego letting me go
Won’t define myself
With haunted stories, all my worries
Stealing my mental wealth
I’ve always been who I am at the time
But now I’m metamorphosizing
into the light
I’m metamorphosizing into the light
I’m metamorphosizing into the light