Lost Time

I can't count the hours that I lost and spent thinking

Lost track of priorities like a blind man's vision

It used to be perfect, that's an understatement

My wounds are knee deep, but they're not filled with hatred

 

But I hate how I feel,

life's lost its appeal

Though I know what we had

It was certainly real

 

I'm just tryin hold on

and write it down in a song

these calluses too sore

from playin all day long

 

and now it's like I'm on the battlefield, I've been battlin

my mouth is sealed, just live happily