I’m lost lost lost, licking my lips in groundless clear eternity.
Dave McRadden, The Great Canadian Sonnett, p106
When your lost, when every indecision
Seems t fade away into the window pane
When every single dream requires revision
When they roll around in your head again and again
Cuz your lost
you really don’t know
That your lost
your lost but your whole
When your lost, when your boyfriend’s got no vision
But I can’t sway you cuz he’s still got the finest hands
If there’s a howling in your night well you just gotta listen
I’ll be there to hold out the hand of a friend
But you know
You really should know
That you move so good
your lost but your whole
When your lost, lost in that perfect prison
I’ve heard about your days in the wine and sand
But everything you say comes out like religion
You could use a friend and some kind of a clear plan
Cuz your lost
you really don’t know
How you lost
you lost but your whole
You lost but your whole
Yr lost but your whole
Lost but your whole