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