How can I escape this miserable week
When I've lost track of the days?
I looked up the definition
And it still was beyond me
I don't speak a word
On the car rides home anymore
Not until I hear the seatbelt click

Anticipation isn't worth it
'Cause there's always a loss
If I'm going to get better
Then I'm better off getting lost

I am the Island
And you are the Stranded
I am the Island
And you are the Stranded
And we are all Lost

The words cut right through me
There are holes in my bones
My blood runs quick
But not quick enough for my soul
I can't see past each midnight

It's too hard too predict
I've given all that I've got
But it takes so much away
So progress is at a pause
Progress is at a pause
Remember, remember
I always forget to remember
Remember, I always forget to remember
I always forget...

I am the Island
And you are the Stranded
I am the Island
And you are the Stranded
And we are all Lost