The Island


When this horrid sea started boring me
That's when I knew these days would get longer
When my own inventions became common place
I realized I had become a bit ordinary
When out of breaking clouds, came a brighter sky
I realized I should probably look up more often
When my instincts order me, I always give in
Cause no matter how much I dress myself up, I'm still an animal

And I inch myself towards let go
I inch myself like a wrecking ball into shadows

When missing you became normal state
That's when I knew these days would get much longer
When you come to stay and then you go away
I usually only remember the goodbye
But I've got years to waste and I'm plenty wasteful
I've got a bomb for every structure that I've crafted
And I'm thankful, I'm plenty cynical
With a giant question mark placed after my every statement

So on this island
I hold close to me
A few things that I won't let go
Clutching them so they won't wash away







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