Of all the things I've let slip through my hand

The echoes of my mind don’t understand

Fading like smoke from a burning coast

I miss my mind the most

Keys and wallets they come and go

Memories scattered like melting snow

But the quiet in my head’s a ghost

I miss my mind the most

Turn the lights off let me roam

In the maze of thoughts I used to own

I’m a stranger to my own post

I miss my mind the most

Shadows whisper where ideas once stayed

They packed their bags and drifted away

I search the void where they used to boast

I miss my mind the most

If I could find it I’d never let it stray

Lock it up tight throw the key away

But I’m left chasing what I can’t host

I miss my mind the most

Turn the lights off let me roam

In the maze of thoughts I used to own

I’m a stranger to my own post

I miss my mind the most