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Lost At 17

 

Lost At 17

(album: Lost At Seventeen - 2013)


Well,
I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...
And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books.

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief.
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep.
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws,
And she's got me in her reach.

Well, it was Friday.
And I planned out what to do
I was to get myself ahead
And not look back...
Now its Sunday, and I didn't do
Jack shit... I sat around and
Just felt sorry for myself.

Well,
I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...
And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books.

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief.
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep.
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws,
And she's got me in her reach
All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,
Already tired of being tired.
There's a line for fools like me,
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping,
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach.

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief.
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep.
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws,
And she's got me in her reach
All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,
Already tired of being tired.
There's a line for fools like me,
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping,
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out I'm:

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen,
Already tired of being tired.
There's a line for fools like me,
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping,
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach.

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