Letras: The Good Life. I Am An Island.

Mostly, I sleep it off
It's easier in the morning
To shrug off the evening's
Drunken, pathetic pleas
Because the night's tragic rambling
Is the next day's apology
So if you can sit tight until 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 until 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