Lost in time, in the shade of a smile,
forgetting why I feel left behind.
I miss you now that you’re not around,
surviving somehow another breakdown.

Did you pick up what I forgot
and built a paper house as coat?
Did you burn it through the night
while I was asleep inside?

I should’ve beaten through this fog
instead of throwing stones and bones.
I should’ve told you what I needed
before I said that you could burn it.