Gone

Take off your shoes If you plan to walk around inside my head My room's a mess I've been hoarding my anxiety and stress Underneath my makeshift bed You never know what you have Until it's gone I'm so far gone So what do I have? Overanalyzing simple situations 'Til their faces turn to dust I can't express the way I think in words Just give me time o think things through I can't have you placing thoughts all throughout my room While I'm still picking up the pieces That you threw across my floor I lie awake at night Staring into nothing All of the right words Never the right time You never know what you have Until it's gone I'm so far gone So what do I have? I'm so far gone So what do I have?