Pasta - Angie McMahon

My bedroom is a disaster

My dog has got kidney failure, failure

I’ve been sitting at the bar too much

Kissing people in my head

And saying rubbish things I should not have said

And they’re building things outside my window

Everywhere I look there’s signposts, signposts

I just sit in my house making noise for fun

And I’m not moving much or proving much to anyone, no

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

And I’m feeling tired

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

And I spend so much time eating pasta

Although I’m probably allergic

And other people seem to move so much faster

I wonder why I’m feeling lonely

When there’s plenty of ways to be alone

I guess I spent all of yesterday on my phone

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

And I’m feeling tired

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

Now I am simultaneously on top of someone’s pedestal

And also underneath someone else’s shoe

Oh, isn’t it a shame about the view?

Can anybody climb aboard this structure I have made

To wrap myself around a promise that there is room?

Oh, isn’t it a shame about the view?

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

And now, I’m feeling tired

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

But now, I’m really trying

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while

But I’m really trying

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost

I’ve been lost, I’ve been lost for a while