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