Breadcrumbs

I can't quite seem to find you...

I looked in every drawer,

And on top of the fridge,

And under the piano, where the dust is thick.

I looked in every drawer.

There was a sock I lost years ago.

And under the piano, where the dust is thick,

A trail of breadcrumbs;

There was a sock I lost years ago,

A match except the dust and holes;

A trail of breadcrumbs

That led nowhere.

A match except the dust, and holes

Under the ground

That led nowhere,

So I stopped looking.

Under the ground

It was too dark to see,

So I stopped looking;

A smeared note, unintelligible.

It was too dark to see.

And on top of the fridge,

A smeared note, unintelligible;

I can't quite seem to find you...