Out of mind

Wondering through a cloud
Of excitement
Aimless
A little nervous
Composure
Feels more like indifference
As they say...

Out of site, out of mind
'till you're not
And the gloves come off
My defences crushed

I guess this face
Is a little jaded
Because this smile
Was only ever painted
And never meant
For occasions
Such as this

Out of site, out of mind
'till you're not
And the gloves come off
My hands tied
To the words, in my shirt
Past the skin, past the bones
In a cage
Of resolve

I could have stayed at home
I had smoked chicken wings
And turned off the phone
But what's life
Without a little salt
And some wounds

Out of site, out of mind
But you're not
And the gloves come off
My hands washed
Of resolve
Was it that, that you wrote
On the bag, that I left
I guess...

It slipped my mind
I was pre-occupied
My mind was some place else
Somewhere inside my chest