All of my lows and all of my anger Salt of surrender salt to the sea
Too old to think I'm an island To act like a child then come up for air
* Well well look who's alive again Look who decided to pick up their phone and then
Hoping to catch up wherever left off And return to the scene of the crime at no fault
Oh well well well well Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Manifest hope and conjure some answers All conjecture and banter bury the lead
And all this time I tried to outsmart me I'll be damned what it costs me every time mm
