If you are addictive Are you then an addict? Curled up in the attic or If you want a closet on a hanger Are they gonna try you On like a jacket and Button up your seams like stones Make you feel used up and left alone Like you're a spectacle and I will Watch you be half hearted Answering their questions bejeweled Like they're all artist making offerings Dialogue and lacquer And being like an actor Glean your teeth your teeth about their songs And though I might be stupid I still can be an artist I can be an artist if I say so And you can't do nothing about it No dialogue in congress If I Squint and walk away You'll see the Brilliance beneath my pout I think you're still wasting all my time somehow Still the only thing that I can write is about you Losing all my talent Cooped up in the attic Because I don't ever practice and I don't want to Draped in all my favorites I'm losing all my talent now With nobody to stand around With nobody to stand around