I used to be lost, lost in something I didn't need. The word hit me, it was most about me. I was mostly in trees, where you could find me. I couldn't breathe up there but you helped me. I would breathe the lost air from The trees, making it my own. Maybe it was a way to find something that was better, better than not breathing and in the trees. It was Something that came to me, I'm lost and so are you. I'm lost and you're new. The trees couldn't believe I loved the lost. I was breathless and so lost in the love of ours. Happiness was ours and better than yours alone. I loved you, better than the lost. Better than me in the trees.
