The tv's playing static
It's been that way for months
Wires in the attic
That I know someone cut

Chipped painted nails
Attached to shaky hands
Equipped yet unstable
I know where he stands

Hiding in my attic
He sleeps above all my dreams
Another kind of addict
Being addicted to bothering me

He doesn't wanna get too close
Cause he knows, he'll lose control
He wants to know where I go in my black hole
They always want to know where I go
In my black hole

Starting to act manic
Counting his steps before bed and he knows,
I'm impatiently romantic
And he always leaves the door half closed

Exposed in my light
But he cannot seem to decide
When's the time right
So he tiptoes in my mind

He doesn't wanna get too close
Cause he knows, he'll lose control
He wants to know where i go in my black hole
They always want to know where I go
In my black hole

They wanna know but they don't know
They wanna know but they don't know
They wanna know but they don't know

When will he know my black hole?"