Lost and Found

Sunshine fading in

Snowblind, shivering

I won’t come back up

Until I have had enough

We could keep it hidden in the lost and found

Maybe it would be safer underground

The canines of a carnivore, a bull inside a candy store

I’m sorry and I promise I won’t make a sound

I won’t take myself seriously anymore

Jump off of the shelf into a constant state of war

I won’t make it known if or when I wanna go

When my covers blown, I will chase the afterglow

Talking down the price of a peaceful life

Staring down the barrel of a sharpened knife

What did I walk in here for, not that I am keeping score

But I think it’s your turn to get up now

I won’t take myself seriously anymore

Jump off of the shelf into a constant state of war

I won’t make it known if or when I wanna go

When my covers blown, I will chase the afterglow

Presenting me

Fictitiously

A bruise turned black

A broken back

I won’t take myself seriously anymore

Jump off of the shelf into a constant state of war

I won’t make it known if or when I wanna go

When my covers blown, I will chase the afterglow