I’ve locked my mind in an attic, And I’ve thrown away the key. This may seem like a strange tactic, But it insures that you can’t get to me. Your voice echoes off the walls, Your footsteps pace downstairs. It’s no use; I will not answer your call I refuse to let you think I care. I’ve hidden my mind in an attic, To protect it from your lovely lies; Your voice is a constant static, On a station that plays only lullabies. This attic is small and cramped; Filled with dust and memories. The walls are cracked, the floors damp, It’s the only thing that keeps out your discrepancies. I’ve lost my mind in an attic, I can’t seem to fight out the sound Your voice makes me ecstatic, To you it seems I am ever bound. Your voice is sweet and tender, Your calls are just so tempting… No! To your “love” I will not surrender; There’s just too much pain that needs venting. I’ve locked my mind in an attic, And I’ve kept it away from pain. Oh! but my heart God dammit. Was left outside in the rain.