I lost morning runs around the living room
The TV blasting what I used to watch
I lost riding to school with my grandpa
Swimming with floaties, unable to touch
I lost my earliest years in Brussels
How autumn leaves wrapped me up
I lost the making of toy shops on the floor
And the way I cried when I had to clean them up
I lost stacking paints in a closet
The racket we’d make outside of class
I lost the newspaper I made at eight
It’s lost, just like the years that have passed
I lost hundreds of skipped lunches
I’ll be ****** but I miss them
I lost realising people weren’t my thing
And that I’m better off without them
I lost just now what helped me out
It dug me out of my grave
But you swooped in and pulled it away
After all I had and all I gave

So please don’t take this, it’s all I have left
Anything, anything but this
It’s the only thing I can cling onto anymore
Anything but this