Stranded

Lately I feel like a deserted island
The sun comes out just to burn my skin
At shore, at dark, no matter where I stand
How did I get here if I never knew how to begin?

Stranded, left without a reason
But I don’t remember liking being surrounded, either
And everything is thick here, I’ve left a mark in crimson
Just like we all did while we complained about a filter

Lately I’ve been to a deserted island
Where the pit inside my stomach is the same that’s in my head
Every grain of sand is all I’ve done that left a brand
And any leaf and every branch is a monster that I bred

By the time you realize you left everyone in ties
Oh you can’t scream, no you can’t try
No smoking signs, no save our souls
Only you, the sun, and whatever’s left of your soles

Lately I am a deserted island
I have no ropes, no knives, no cause to raise my voice
No home to keep my myth grand
No opinions, not one choice

No attic and no bed for the shadows to unfold
The corners to hide truths replaced by echoing drums
So thinking this is freedom takes my hands out from the cold
Oh to believe we’ll stay the same… we’ll turn to ashes when the time comes.