SWMRS - Lost At 17 lyrics

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SWMRS - Lost At 17 lyrics

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... Now its Sunday, and I didn't do Jack sh**... I sat around and Just felt sorry for myself. 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 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. 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 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.