Lost It Songtext
von Elizabeth Moen

How′d I end up in here, in this little one-bedroom?
Got a few chairs, a couch, a guitar, and a small window
How'd I end up in there, in that little room?
Got a chair, a hole at the bottom of your door, and a small window

You got lost in your own mind
So you lost it, lost it, lost like you lost me
Lately I′ve been getting lost in my own mind
I'm losing it, losing, losing it, losing it over you


I'm still in this small town I said I′d leave
Seeing you in Paris was that worthwhile thing I′ve done
Last time we spoke you were playing New York City
Next day you took the subway,
threw out your phone, disappeared for days
We were searching, we were searching

You got lost in your own mind
So you lost it, lost it, lost like you lost me
Lately I've been getting lost in my own mind
I′m losing it, losing, losing it, losing it over you

How'd I end up here staring at these pictures on my walls?
Of us playing guitar and laughing along the Seine
And how′d you end up in there, drawing pictures on your walls?
My love and the drugs were never enough for you at all
You're searching, you′re searching


You got lost in your own mind
So you lost it, lost it, lost like you lost me
Lately I've been getting lost in my own mind
I'm losing it, losing, losing it, losing it over you
Will I lose it, will I lose it, will I lose it like I lost you?