Keys on the counter
Phone on the floor
Train keeps moving
I miss my stop once more
Walk through a doorway
Forget what I came for
Name on my mailbox
Feels like it’s not mine anymore
Where is my mind going?
Slipping through my hands again
All of these thoughts keep flowing
Like ink in the sink
Down the drain
Where is my mind going?
Can somebody call it back home?
If you find it wandering
Tell it it’s not alone
Talk in a circle
Lose the point halfway
Smile in the mirror
Not sure what I meant today
Friends at the table
Voices blur
Then fade
Laugh at the right time
Even though I’m miles away
I write my name
On the back of my hand
Watch it smear
While I try to understand
If I let go
Will I feel less torn?
Or am I just tired
Of holding this storm?
