Desert Island
Roman Gabriel Luna, Christopher Erik II Thorne
Remember when we saw that film it was black and white, i was reminded
at the end everyone stood up and they walked out the door I was left in the quiet
How can I tell my friends i won't be seeing them again
It's safe to assume i won't be back anytime soon
Today I sat in silence and i kept to myself, it's for the best i decided
I wondered what records you'd take if you were stuck all the way on a desert island
Looking through that broken mirror you thought you could see yourself clearer and
You always hated the words that you write in your notebook but to me they sound alright
How can I tell my friends i won't be seeing them again
And It's safe to assume i won't be back anytime soon