Hanging Out In The Lost And Found

I can feel my tongue in the deep end of my head with everything I wish I had the ability to say. Running credit checks on the emotionally bankrupt. I find myself cursing my cell phone provider or rejoicing in it.... depending on who is on the other end.

You wish I was more. I get it. I got it. I gut it.

The sun sets and rises on the same old mood and the world has become a dangerous place to me. I just want to be your anthem, not your away message. There aren't any cliffs to throw yourself upon and there is absolutely no romance in just: me.

In other not-so breaking news.. I'm pretty sure I could really be your favorite... Or at least always the person you say goodnight to last before your head hits the pillow.