My attic is so full of life

Why wont they come and play with me?

Backyard. Tree Fort.

Want to let them in.

But they're not my friends

Sometimes the ash grey mask will suit me fine

The moon is ignored only with the day

The sun is prettiest just before it goes away

Giants in a small world

Forever was just one day

Never really dawned on me

Such short-lived history

Everything I wanted never came

All that I'll become is for another day

Everything I had never stayed

Now the house is so empty

Put me in the chest my ventriloquist

Sometimes living in want is not so bad

Best friend I ever had