Lost
December 7



i only feel like i'm losing my mind, when i feel lost.
but when you find me, i'm here.
in your arms, i can feel.
in your eyes, i can see.
won't you please,
come find me?

well i've danced through wrong melodies
i've sang some wrong tunes
if i cant ever have you
will i be doomed?

i'm awake when i'm dreaming
and i can always feel you scheming
when i walk, i cant feel the ground
when you speak, there's no sound

and when i fly i dont have wings
because when there's smoke, its in my lungs
and when i move, its like a rave
and when i fall, its you who saves

but when i miss, its more than one
its him, and you, and him
and when its cluttered, you dont trim
shed like the slithering snake

when im trapped, im not behind bars
i'm free falling, but the ground isnt a cage
if i fell on a cloud, its where i should lay
but in your eyes im a prize
and if i were unwrapped, i wouldnt be naked
would you see my treasure?