Anarchist Finch - Lost

He woke up, cold sweat
Quiet buzzing in his head
Pulled another thread
Everything unravelled
From the legs
Bed sheets half gone
Pillow fallen off the side
Sweat beads, dark storms
Not a thought to check the time
Settle back into his mind
Never fine, always said he's fine
Hate if someone cared enough to get he's lying
Never find the effort to address it
Only help is in himself
Cause no one round him ever gets it
He falls back into his sleep
As the gentle pitter patter
Sends him deep into his dreams
Yet another faded memory returning as a ghost
Until he's up again and wondering now
If he'll ever cope

And what goes around
Comes back around
And it all falls down
That's the sound
Of the lost that have
Never been found

Who's gone really try
Try, try
Who's gone really try
Try, try

And in the day
He's never more than half awake
It's pass the parcel
Pass fatigue from the last one
Soft when he speaks
Like he's working with a glass tongue
stumbles to his class
Trying to focus while he's half gone
And he walks like the world's on his shoulders
Feels every day like he's grown a week older
He keeps holding onto hope for the next
But it's groundhog day when you're stressed
Arms feel like dumbbells
Bends in his legs feel rusted
And stuck when he stretch
Lost in the depths of his head
Sits on the train as it rocks
And the people around him
Seem just as depressed

And what goes around
Comes back around
And it all falls down
That's the sound
Of the lost that have
Never been found

Who's gone really try
Try, try
Who's gone really try
Try, try

Who's gone really try
Try, try

Written by:
Max Draper

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