Lost & Found - Great Cynics

If you call me I’ll be at home in the lost and found

Feeling alone, desperate, trying to make a sound

Don’t wanna write a song just to have a song

And I don’t wanna feel held down by every wrong

I’m the make-up sex that never felt any good, I’m your fickle relationship

If you build me up I’ll only let you down

I’m the paper in your fingers that rips

When you’re just trying to smoke it

I’m stuck on you again

Oh it’d be fine if I hadn’t ever gone to bed

I got drunk and fell awake

It’d be okay if I hadn’t have seen your face

I don’t know how it feels to be on your mind

I’m your parents trapped inside a loveless marriage

Telling you lies so you don’t have to take the baggage

I’m a rock in your shoe, badly designed

Eyes half closed, laughing at the wrong times

There are feelings I know that I’ll never feel

And I’ll never write a song like Aussie Wil

I’m just a blagger, no I don’t deserve this

But we’re just nobodies so just get over it

If this ends tomorrow then I’ll feel fine

It feels like an impossibility this could even be mine

Just a series of opportunities that I took

By saying yes

So now I’m saying yes