Attic

I wish I had an attic I could climb to, I'd make all The pretty things, and cover up in War paint and on a river, I would skate away, and I Have lots of colors you can paint, too You got some I have lots of reds and greens and browns and Blues for you to use, and oh, oh, oh, in an Attic I could sing, oh, oh, oh, and I could be Anything, oh, oh, oh, and they won't tell Me it's a trap Wish I could say it was easy, I threw all my books Away, just decided I wanted a life Something I knew that I could save, and I have lots Of fears that I escape to You got some? A fear that turned to sadness, so I learned to sing The blues, and oh, oh, oh, in an attic I could Sing, oh, oh, oh, and I could be anything, oh, oh, oh, And they won't tell me it's a And they won't tell me it's a trap, yeah Every day is more of the same, all I want is to get Out of my own way My own way, my own way, my own way, my own Way Wish I had an attic I could climb to, I'd make all the pretty things And cover up in warpaint and on a river I would Skate away I have lots of colors you can paint to know, you Got some I have lots of reds and greens and browns and Blues for you to use, oh, oh, oh, in an attic I could sing, oh, oh, oh, and I could be anything, oh, Oh oh, and they won't tell me it's a They won't tell me it's a trap, yeah