No One Comes

There's a girl in the attic
Pulling the wings off of angels
Her brain filled with static
Hiding in the dark
Waiting for that spark
That will burn her whole world down

No one comes looking here
No one wants to find her
Doesn't matter where she's gone
There's nothing to remind them
And no one comes looking here
No one comes looking

All she knows is
A slap is a touch
A Punch is a touch
The hand that breaks
And shakes is a touch
And nothing she can do
Will matter that much
Because

No one comes looking here
No one comes looking
No one comes

All the wingless angels
Surround her asking why
Listen to her cry
In that old gray room
She dreams her name carved
On a small gray tomb

And no one comes looking here