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raccoons in the trash a voice on the breeze
the fits & the screams when you were only thirteen
you had the attic room
you heard the whole thing

under the slanted ceiling your dad painted blue
whatever happened to you
only the worst could be assumed
you're dreaming often of the attic room

in other rooms with other boys
under other ceilings
the springs & the sighs
may drown another night

but you wake up shaking & all that's new
is the owner of the arm around you
how could he know what to do
he never had the attic room
raccoons in the trash a voice on the breeze   the fits & the screams when you were only thirteen   you had the attic room   you heard the whole thing      under the slanted ceiling your dad painted blue   whatever happened to you   only the worst could be assumed   you're dreaming often of the attic room      in other rooms with other boys   under other ceilings   the springs & the sighs   may drown another night      but you wake up shaking & all that's new   is the owner of the arm around you   how could he know what to do   he never had the attic room