Without a Trace - Forrest Day

Like a punch to the gut

I double over, grab my throat

I’m a psychosomatic kind of person, no joke

I think that maybe later in life I’ll choke

Or pass out from the feelings

that painful stories evoke

Battling a cold and a nasty cough

Headed down the road

with my headlights off

Got a fever coming over me

I know I should stop

But I can’t, but I can’t, but I can’t

My sanity is

Gone without a trace

But it’s got to be somewhere

Can’t find it anywhere

Anywhere

Gone without a trace

But it’s got to be somewhere

Here I come

I got nothing to hide

I’ll give you a taste

You’re just in time

Shook up

Wake up violently from a dream

It’s the same thing over and over

What does it mean?

Sweaty, dizzy, disoriented

I seem like a mad man

whose had a little too much to drink

Gargling my water with a dash of salt

Swallowing my pride cause it’s all my fault

Got an inner critic bombing me

A verbal assault

So I work, I work, I work

My sanity is