I see you jaded like a debutante. Things your image never shows. There's something hiding deep inside of you. Something that I'll never know. Then I saw you on the streets alone.
I left my message on your number. In hopes that you might call. Riding high on good intentions. Still hanging on the wall. Although my words were never all too.
I've been digging something up. Bet you thought I've been sleeping. Having trouble waking up. It's just the hours I've been keeping. . Up in this attic all alone.