Lost

(álbum: Self Inflicted Scars - 2022)

Ran the same street as the Devil
I've shook his hand
I can tell you I ain't ever
Feared another man
I'm far from a saint just shy of disciple
Some know what I mean
I've done things that make your skin crawl baby
But I'm 10 years clean

Running round, running round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Running round, running round
'Cause I've been lost more than I've been found

Whiskey and codeine
Was my poison of choice
That was long before my babies
And I found my voice
I picked up a pen and started writing y'all
It became healing for me
But even after all these years now
It's still plain to see

I'm running round, running round
When it comes to lonely, I know the sound
Running round, running round
I've been lost more than I've been found

Running round, running round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Running round, running round
'Cause I've been lost
I've been lost more than I've been found

Ran the same street as the Devil
I've shook his hand