I have lost myself
Where do I look?
In your coat pocket crumbled on the floor?
I�m inside your dirty boots
I sleep in the pages between your journal
I play inside your treasure box
I�m the hair on the floor you sweep
I�m the lonely earring stuck
In your medicine cabinet
I�m the letter living
In your glove compartment
I�m the fair stuff unicorn
Under the truck seat
I feel so small
Smaller than a memory�s memory
If you could just cry a tear for me
Juts one
I could drown myself
And beg me to return?
