Heat up Thursday's coffee
To fill my up.
Like I'm the only one
And stale fall air in the morning tells me
The world ain't that bad,
Searching my life for a lost city
That would lay my head.
But it's gone, gone, gone,
Good for good,
I've laid it to rest.
Now I don't know how I will go
And span through the space between
The day and my bed.
Think I mistook the sky for ground.
Holding fast to dreams that made you up.
And the ghosts now know my name.
And the passing days all feel the same.
I'm lost in this city now,
But you gotta' disappear
Before you are found.