I'm a lost boy not looking to be found
I'm icarus waiting to hit the ground
There's quiet before the storm
So I'll find peace in the sound.

Sometimes it's not the words we speak
But the sentences and phrases
That are left half complete
These are the words that compete
in a mental foot race called regret
When I said" I love you"  i really meant
" You haven't seen the best part of me yet"
You said I acted if my shoes were made of quicksand
But in stone my ways were set
You said you would always be by my side
But you didn't hesitate when you left.

I haven't gained a home
In the lost and found
I look at the sun now like the barrel of a loaded  gun
And I'm still not fond of the thought of the ground
I'm walk in from the rain and say to no one around
" you haven't seen the best of me yet"