Lost

I patiently wait for you to come around... Looking up through the holes in the ground... My spirit is broken, as I ponder alone... I'm homeless even though I sit at home... The brutal summer is here to stay... Praying for the night to overcome the day... I'm lost more than ever before... Pretend you don't see me, and shut the door... I'll see you tomorrow, or maybe Friday... Perhaps we'll catch up on Saturday...