The Lost Kid Office

There's no straight story

No comfort, no mean spirit

Here it's all cut and glue

Out of habit

We degraded ourselves

Old habit, oh habit go away



Let's go out, let's walk somewhere

Where nothing is or feels stale

It doesn't run as much as it grows

In out family, in our sad line



Waiting for you

Our demise will spread

More warmth than our entire lives

Goodbye woods,

Streets and friends,

Neighborhoods,

Everything that made us ill

We're OK