I push through the crowd but it gets hard to breathe
As I cough someone hands me a mask
And all I can think to myself as I’m walking on is
The truth about you is fish can’t really fly

This is a song for the misunderstood
For the doctor who’s wilting inside
And the putz in the corner with healing in his hands
There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside

Look in the closet it’s full of high-heeled shoes
And the fishnets are under the bed
What would they think of you if you let it all out?
How do you hide the glint in your eyes?

Isn’t it clear that I see right through you?
Stop trying to sell me that tough love campaign
You think if you’re stealthy I won’t feel you coming
It’s not up to you to bend my path

This is a song for the misunderstood
For the doctor who’s wilting inside
And the putz in the corner with healing in his hands
There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside

I pick up sticks and I sleep under the trees
If you worship the sun you must be insane
We all know lunacy comes under the light of the moon
I’m tired of making you feel comfortable

This is a song for the misunderstood
For the doctor who’s wilting inside
And the putz in the corner with healing in his hands
There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside

This is a song for the misunderstood
For the doctor who’s wilting inside
And the putz in the corner with healing in his hands
There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside

There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside
There’s an attic of cobwebs and dreams inside