I lost my smile somewhere between my bed and the front door
It’s probably hiding under the pile of clothes from the night before.

Looking in the mirror, wondering who I’m supposed to be.
Got a heart full of poetry, and a head full of song,
But when I open my mouth, the words come out wrong.

I lost my smile somewhere between a couple years ago and today
It’s probably concealed behind tomorrow’s scratch coupon

Looking in the puddle, wondering what I’m supposed to do.
Got a heart full of poetry, and a head full of song
But when I open my mouth, the words come out wrong.

I lost my smile somewhere between my bed
and the front door
I lost my smile somewhere between a couple years ago and today