You listen to my songs and think I know it all,
Of life and death, of rise and fall.
But darling, let me break the news,
I'm as lost as anyone you choose.
Know that I'm much deeper in the haze,
Than any soul who hears my plays.
This wandering heart writes its refrain,
But every chord still aches with pain.
So please don't judge me, I can't judge you,
I'm a poet of chaos, that much is true.
Don't blame the mess, don't curse my flaws,
They're what inspire my lyrical cause.
Oh, please follow me, but bring a map,
For I'm lost, my love, I'm trapped.
Never venture here unprepared,
For I'm lost, my love, be aware.
Listen to my songs, but tread with care,
I'm adrift, my darling, laid bare.
Don't take me as an idol, nor a guide,
For I'm lost, my love, lost inside.
These melodies may sound so wise,
But they're just mirrors, full of lies.
Reflections of a mind astray,
A restless tide that fades away.
You think my words can light the night,
But they're just sparks, not burning bright.
Fragments of a soul that roams,
Searching endlessly for a home.
The songs I sing are just a spark,
A fleeting glow within the dark.
They're not a map, they're not a plan,
Just echoes of a flawed young man.
Oh, please follow me, but bring a map,
For I'm lost, my love, I'm trapped.
Never venture here unprepared,
For I'm lost, my love, be aware.
Listen to my songs, but tread with care,
I'm adrift, my darling, laid bare.
Don't take me as an idol, nor a guide,
For I'm lost, my love, lost inside.
So hear my songs, but know the cost,
I'm just another soul that's lost.
A wanderer without a shore,
Searching, seeking, forevermore.