Lost at 17

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

Cuz 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

And now it's sunday and i didn't do

Jack sh*t i sat around and

Just felt sorry for myself

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

Cuz the moon's got claws

And she's got me in her reach

All day and night when i can't sleep

Cuz 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

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach

Cuz the moon's got claws

And she's got me in her reach

All day and night when i can't sleep

Cuz 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

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out i'm

Cuz 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

Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach