Are you sick of sticking here?
Well maybe when you're older you'll appreciate every year
The way each season comes and goes although their exits seem to vary
The way the sheltered life you've lived has made its way to infamy
And I built my wall here just to keep myself from you, you won't stay away
You know where to find me among the clutter in the attic
I take up the space you desperately need so come and get me come and find where
You say I got what I gave well I gave you a chance
I don't recall you ever giving one back
I'm not being cruel I'm being true, I haven't seen myself for years for you
What does it say that you'd call your mother by her first name
I swear I could get more information from you if I tried
Don't be scared, come closer, these sheets you lay on are on fire
And every thought you have is a stare away from me
It's not who I was then and it's not now
You say I got what I gave
God you're killing me to say
What I did wrong well, it's not that fine anyway
And it's not me you know it
Your strings hold me together with the rope
And if you say it's not who I was then