Long Lost

If I stay here for too long I know I'll rust and I'll fall apart one sense at a time

But when I start moving again I'll be fine

Cos seeing brand new places is much better than my walk along the hall

My time out here is short but the words I write aren't hemmed in by my ceiling and my floor

They're green and white and make dirty pigeons look like doves lined on the wall

I've gotta find myself again, pull my old ties like a thread that I hang from

I've gotta find myself again, pretend I'm more than in my head, I'm holding on

I'm holding on

I'm holding on

I see a fickle trusted truth held by desired sordid youth

That meaning's brought around by seeing more

But when I sometimes see my face, uncomfortable and out of place, I run

Two days and overnight but get up early to be cleansed by rising light

I find beautiful places when I get to a new city

So at least my eyes' reflections are pretty

But I like being on my own again

I'm reliable to never change

Like putting on a smile just for show when my default is to smile inside

But when I stop I change and hide

Cos the me I like I like when I'm alone

I've gotta find myself again, pull my old ties like a thread that I hang from

I've gotta find myself again, pretend I'm more than in my head, I'm holding on

I'm holding on

Oh

I've gotta find myself again

Pretend I'm more than in my head

Don't want to lose to someone else

I'm holding on

I'm holding on

I'm holding on