Foot prints left in the snow
oh no, where did ya go
Im lost find me

Thats an order, That's disorder
Put ends into a box
wrap it up in polka dots

Im lost Find me
I'm in the drawer next door
with my jaw drooped down to the floor


one step at a time
Im left behind

following angels

indent to the right of the line

oh no it's one of a kind
Im lost find me
Im in the ink written words when your

eyes begin to blur

dont follow

youll get left behind
dont follow
its not right


If I could take a hint
Id step back and wait

go to the back of the line
Im dying here