Lost at 17 - Emily's Army

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