Lost and Found - Theo Katzman

Maybe I’ll stick out on the pavement

Under your sneakers I’ve been waiting

To catch a whiff of something

Wishing, hoping, praying

Maybe I’ll slip into the back of a limousine

I must have skipped out of the heavens

Cranking my ego to 11

Me and my solo mission

Hittin' and hittin' and missin'

Maybe I’ll make it to the back of a magazine

Somebody pick me up off the ground

Take me to the lost and found

Somebody accidentally put me down

Take me to the lost and found

I know it’s drastic but I’m jaded

Mr. Fantastic, yeah, I made it

Too many hands are shakin'

Thank you, I love it, I hate it

Too many kisses in the back of a limousine

First it was vintage, now it’s dated

High definition, now it’s faded

This intuition doesn’t

Feel like it’s makin' a statement

Without some lipstick and a head full of gasoline

Somebody pick me up off the ground

Take me to the lost and found

Somebody accidentally put me down

Take me to the lost and found

I must have blacked out in the basement

Scratching my television, aching

One sip of Kool-Aid got me drunk on the expectation

And now I’m naked in the back of a magazine

Somebody pick me up off the ground

Take me to the lost and found

Somebody accidentally put me down

Take me to the lost and found

I wanna mingle in the lost and found

Everyone’s single in the lost and found

Somebody accidentally put me down

Take me to the lost and found