Islands

This is where I lose it.

Drowning in the ocean.

Only you and I could know it,

pounded by the waves.

Find it in your pocket.

I wrote it on a napkin.

I told you that I loved you

and got nothing in return.

It's a sorrow, darlin',

that we're living on islands

like castaways.

Been a year

and I'm about to suffocate

from waiting on ya.

You're still burning brighter

underneath the lighthouse.

I'm hollow and I'm tired.

I love you all the same.