Skeletons

I can still smell the room The dampness and tobacco plumes A shadow in a veil of light Footsteps in the dead of night I find reminders in those sounds They visit me like hand me downs I can still see you there Silent in the corner chair Your memories left in the attic An age old story its a classic Skeletons left in the closet No ones really sure what caused it Words you said were always few Yet I still see myself in you I guess its generational I guess its best under the rug Is talking still beyond the pale? Gift of the gab was of the gael Yet somehow this is still taboo Hate these words my point is proved I've learned about you through my vices I've come to know you through my crisis I guess I never lost you at all Cuz you grow on me the more I call Your memories left in the attic An age old story its a classic Skeletons left in the closet No ones really sure what caused it Words you said were always few Yet I still see myself in you I guess it's generational I guess its best under the rug I feel you I feel you I feel you I feel you Your memories left in the attic An age old story its a classic Skeletons left in the closet No ones really sure what caused it Words you said were always few Yet I still see myself in you I guess it's generational I guess its best under the rug