Still Lost

Yeah. Seventy-three BPM. Listen to the clock. Tick. Tock. The hands on the clock just move so slow tonight, Another hour gone, drained of the light. I’m tracing the lines on this map of my own soul, But every crossroad I hit, I lose control. Road is long, signs are down, Just static and echo in this dead-end town. And I’m still lost, watching the minutes bleed, A prisoner of moments that I can’t retrieve. Chasing a phantom of the life I used to know, Caught in the cycle, nowhere left to go. Still lost, man, watching the time unwind, Leaving every memory behind. The calendar page is a blur of days now, Stuck in a dream, lost in a haze somehow. I search for a rhythm, a steady beat, But every path I walk leads to defeat. The reflection in the glass ain't the man that I used to be, Just a silhouette staring back at me. And I’m still lost, watching the minutes bleed, A prisoner of moments that I can’t retrieve. Chasing a phantom of the life I used to know, Caught in the cycle, nowhere left to go. Still lost, man, watching the time unwind, Leaving every memory behind. The tick and the tock feel like a heavy sigh, A constant reminder of time passing by. Can't find the anchor, can't find the shore, Don't even know what I'm searching for anymore. Just this feeling that I can’t escape, A shattered hourglass, losing all its shape. Still lost... the minutes bleed... Still lost... what I need... Caught in the middle, nowhere to go, Yeah, still lost, running the show. Watching time unwind... Watching time unwind...