lately I’ve been floating by
won’t take much to drift into the night sky
with shallow breath and hollow bones
one more gust might fly me to your room
but is there even room?

maybe we’re destined
to be felt and forgotten
all at once
I think of you often
you’re something to get lost in
and I’ve got losing to do

some of us are made of string
others break and never feel a damn thing
can’t remember which I am
lying here in this hotel bed
just imagining 

maybe we’re destined
to be felt and forgotten
all at once
like Egyptian Cotton
you’re something to get lost in
and I’ve got losing to do

lately I’ve been floating by
won’t take much to drift into the night

Felt & Forgotten

Arther Blue