I Am An Island

mostly, i sleep it off.

it's easier in the morning to

shrug off the evening's drunken,

pathetic pleas. cause the night's

tragic rambling is the next

day's apology. so if you can sit tight

'til the sun hits the blinds

we can settle everything.



turning on a dime...i just can't

trust my instincts. one day my

heart beats with passion, the next

it waxes black. if i seem a

little callous, i assure you it's

just a scratch. so if you can

hold on 'til the mood swings are

gone then we might just have a chance.



baby, i quit, i just can't fake

it anymore. i'm a cold, jaded,

selfish, abusive, dysfunctional

fuck up. i'm needing to be rescued.

i'm stranded on myself. and i can't

escape from this island i've made.

i'm afraid i never will.