Paroles: Riot Before (The). Fists Buried In Pockets. I Have My Books.

Well I'm not gonna call you right now,
Cuz that feels too much like begging
Well I'm not one for begging
No no no no no I am an island
I won't admit that I actually need
I'm fine with just me
I insist constantly
And I always repeat, I always repeat

And the other night I was trying to get underneath her clothes
she said Brett don't we already know where all this will go
yea tomorrow, oh you'll just try to get rid of me, I had to
You see there's something in that morning sun, it just floods through and fills
what at night, what at night, what at night, seems so empty,
So I'm just gonna leave that phone be, I'll stay alone, I'll stray replete
I'll always, I'll always, I'll always, I'll always,
I'll always, I'll always, I'll always Out the window