Unfound - Sea Offs

Waiting at the bus stop

Plagued by absent speech

A matter of semantics

Haunting me

Always in exile

To all the subtleties

I voiced a feeling too strong for me

You were my abandoned

I let you down

I was your exception for waiting around

We were too present in worlds that were unfound

We were too profound

Holding to a memory

Of a form of me who never did

Leave you wanting more and more each time

You were my abandoned

I let you down

I was your exception for waiting around

You were too present

I couldn’t make a sound

Your heart was too loud

And I was too unsound