Lost

Writin on cardboard

Can’t think straight

Prayin to my lord

One day I’ll be great

 

Holdin up cardboard

I couldn’t walk straight

Been ages since I’ve scored

Been ages since I’ve heard from a mate.

 

Findin a bit of cardboard

Never been quite straight

In this life I’ve not been bored.

People walk past, late late for a very important date.

Losing my cardboard

Cause I can’t hold it straight

Nothing left to hoard

Nothing left to love or to hate.

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