Limitations shouldn't extend.

Eureka, It's Empty...



I wanna rest my head on something real.
Soothe my ailments with potions and remedies.
Just find someone who just wants to be around.
Miss me, even when I'm right by their side.



Can you check the lost and found for me?

I'm looking for any item left behind.
Just to fill this emptiness inside me.
What am I exactly looking for?
That's the problem.
I don't know.
My heart gets weaker day after day.
All I know is, I want anything you got.
Give me that handmade sweater.
I want to feel safe and warm like I once did with you.
Give me that used notebook.
I want to feel like I'm done writing about you.
Give me that hat.
I want to think I'm someone else without you.
Give me that scarf.
I want to choke on my words when I confess the way I feel about you.
Give me everything you got there.
I want to be lost and found by a person who
knows nothing of the source of all these items.

Might as well be on a milk carton.
"Have you seen me?"

The problem is, I'm not okay.
I don't think I ever will be..

Until you find me.
And for whatever reason that is,

I think that's okay.

But in all honesty, I only want to be found by you.