We lose weeks like copper pennies   we’re a streetlight dressed in fog   we throw time away like frisbees   we sing forgotten songs      We lose weeks like buttons   where they end up we don’t know   time soon becomes a crossroads   where we go to sell our souls       A body and mind in disrepair   a withered smile, a haggard stare      So where were you that day   when it finally happened did they hear you say   the irony is lost on me   the irony is lost on me      I lost you like my car keys   you were here and now you’re gone   you ran away half-heartedly   you took entirely too long      A body and mind can’t be found   to replace this ship that’s run aground      So where were you that day   when it finally happened did they hear you say   the irony is lost on me   the irony is lost on me