Lost at 17

Well
I’ve wasted so much time I’ve heard the birds fly south
And back before my eyes could take a look…
And my head’s stuck between the notes and not the numbers
And slumber to the thought of reading books
I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon’s got claws
And I don’t wanna go to sleep
She’ll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
'Cause the moon’s got claws
And she’s got me in her reach
Well, it was Friday
And I planned out what to do
I was to get myself ahead
And not look back…
Now it’s Sunday, and I didn’t do
Jack shit… I sat around and
Just felt sorry for myself
Well
I’ve wasted so much time I’ve heard the birds fly south
And back before my eyes could take a look…
And my head’s stuck between the notes and not the numbers
And slumber to the thought of reading books
I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon’s got claws
And I don’t wanna go to sleep
She’ll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
'Cause the moon’s got claws
And she’s got me in her reach
All day and night when I can’t sleep…
'Cause I’m lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There’s a line for fools like me
But «their» brain-style is required
And that line won’t catch me tipping
'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach
I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon’s got claws
And I don’t wanna go to sleep
She’ll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
'Cause the moon’s got claws
And she’s got me in her reach
All day and night when I can’t sleep…
'Cause I’m lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There’s a line for fools like me
But «their» brain-style is required
And that line won’t catch me tipping
'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out I’m:
'Cause I’m lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There’s a line for fools like me
But «their» brain-style is required
And that line won’t catch me tipping
'Cause the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach