Get Lost

How close do you think you really got?

　

You aren’t so…

　

Holding back I’ve blistered my tongue,

Keeping my knife to myself

Petty and vindictive you’re a wicked

Sight for hopeful eyes

　

So get lost

In the forest of your imagination

Where everything is as you want to make it

Hugging your trees of your fantasy

Just tell me when you turn to find reality

　

Don’t presume to think you know so much

How close to you think you really got?

So many words you never heard

‘Cause you didn’t earn it

　

So get lost

In the field of your imagination

Where everything is as you want to make it

Chasing the bees of your fantasy

Just tell me when you turn to find reality

　

You aren’t so…

I thought so…

So…

So--

　

--get lost

In a realm of your imagination

Where everything is as you want to make it

Clinging to lies of your superior life

Just tell me when you turn to find reality

　

You aren’t so…

　

- Desiree` Magee