Lost?

There's a strange sense of longing withing me. How things change so suddenly, let's just pick up where we left off... What have we left off?
In my head there's a hundred teen girls, there's a roar coming from the opening in their faces. They call me names, they tell me to run away. That's where I'd rather go anyway.
Feeling like I should lay in slumbers arms for a while, he is comfortable. He clings to me, and though he acts like he needs me, it is all backwards and manipulative, because I am the one who needs him. He knows me all too well.
Hilarity. Laughing so much that our heads fall off, they roll on the floor at our feet. Our brains and sensory receptors just lay there until we're depressed again when we pick them back up and glue them back on our necks. We are so lost. We are so lost.
But the outsiders, they look at us with strange angry faces, they're jealous that we can just laugh at old stupid dogs in our laps, begging for a little lovin'. They see us and wonder why they can't be this happy. They are just as lost as we are.
Is anyone really found in this world, after all?
These fanatics, they sing and boast of their being saved, what are they saved from? Grace and all of it's friends are hangin' out in skillets on stoves, you can never be saved from a lifetime of following an unseen, distant entity.

-A