Attic

Time is just an excuse to get frantic
you tried but you couldn’t act it
I thought we were going some where
not just to a box in the attic

Air was the plan long cast away
floating around all the fickle gray
and my beliefs stand not for you
but for me
so go on and argue if you have to
but I am not listening
I will not hear you
voices thinning turning twisting
all I have is this