Emily's Army - Lost at 17 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Well
I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...
And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws
And she's got me in her reach

Well, it was Friday
And I planned out what to do
I was to get myself ahead
And not look back...
Now its Sunday, and I didn't do
Jack shit... I sat around and
Just felt sorry for myself

Well
I've wasted so much time I've heard the birds fly south and back before my eyes could take a look...
And my head's stuck between the notes and not the numbers and slumber to the thought of reading books

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws
And she's got me in her reach
All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There's a line for fools like me
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach

I just wanna sit beneath
All her comfort and belief
Because the moon's got claws
And I don't wanna go to sleep
She'll always be my excuse
For a neverending use
Of helping me sit down
To find my thoughts in the lost and found
Cuz the moon's got claws
And she's got me in her reach
All day and night when I can't sleep...

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There's a line for fools like me
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out I'm:

Cuz I'm lost at seventeen
Already tired of being tired
There's a line for fools like me
But "their" brain-style is required
And that line won't catch me tipping
Cuz the moon keeps me from slipping out of reach