Windcatcher

I'm fucked up and frantic,
A little bit panicked.
Always, my friend, always.

I go through the paces
I can't find the faces,
familiar and comforting.

Can't lose what you never had,
This life ain't really that bad.
All I want, I have.
A place, just a place to lay my head.

Getting ready to go,
My feelings on the floor,
pack up so neatly in my suitcase.

I've cut the ties,
maybe too soon.
But, can't lose what you never had.