Maybe I'll stick out on the pavement Under your sneakers I've been waiting To catch a whiff of something Wishing, hoping, praying Maybe I'll slip into the back of a limousine I must have skipped out of the heavens Cranking my ego to 11 Me and my solo mission Hittin' and hittin' and missin' Maybe I'll make it to the back of a magazine Somebody pick me up off the ground Take me to the lost and found Somebody accidentally put me down Take me to the lost and found I know it's drastic but I'm jaded Mr. Fantastic, yeah I made it Too many hands are shakin Thank you, I love it, I hate it Too many kisses in the back of a limousine First it was vintage, now it's dated High definition, now it's faded This intuition doesn't feel like it's makin' a statement Without some lipstick and a head full of gasoline Somebody pick me up off the ground Take me to the lost and found Somebody accidentally put me down Take me to the lost and found I must have blacked out in the basement Scratching my television, aching One sip of Kool-Aid got me drunk on the expectation And now I'm naked in the back of a magazine Somebody pick me up off the ground Take me to the lost and found Somebody accidentally put me down Take me to the lost and found I wanna mingle in the lost and found Everyone's single in the lost and found Somebody accidentally put me down Take me to the lost and found