I've been thinking of what's wrong
Caught the last seat at the bar Shooting ten high back until I think I feel ok
Early sun shows through the fog
Summer shandy into fall
Taking time so I can figure out this waiting game
What did you expect when they said take what you can get now
I don't feel any connection
My suspicion's spent
There are things that I can't say
Well I could but anyway
Steady hands and quiet mind
I'm an island
She hangs over like a crescent moon
Another folded junkie on a barstool
Without me you know you're only you
We could separate ourselves
Be anyone anywhere else
Take a ride and try to leave it all behind a while
Sleepwalk alleyways and cop
Run from headlights in the dark Echoed voices chase after us can't forget the sound
We left our imprint in your bones and your tempered iron heart
Cigarette stains on the sink and burns across your arms
There are things that I can't say Well I could but anyway
Steady what oh nevermind
You say you feel invisible
I know why you hide yourself away
I'm playing myself in a breakout role
Of bringing this hurt down again
There are things that I could say But who'd listen anyway
Thought somehow I'd know by now
I'm an island
If you're holding out for something after all of this
Best wishes from oblivion
Seems to me we ain't found shit
You're not the last
You weren't the first
And for the laughs
You're just the worst