O—every weekend is an island.
I’m just trying to float ashore.
O—every Sunday is an eyesore.
Get ready to sink again.
O—off the deep end…
O—off the deep end, again.
O—as I try to swim to safety,
The water fills up my lungs
O—and the current overtakes me.
One moment more, and I’m done.
O—I might as well…
O—I might as well let go.
O—every weekend is an island.