Islands from Fire Starter by Honeysuckle

Friends, friends
Kick over sandcastles,
Now I'm just a hassle
On the telephone
Friendships
Sinking to the sun,
Running low on mythology
In friends

[CHORUS]
Well I guess I built an island
Once I burned the bridge
Sipping on a hard pill
In the shadow of my friends

Grown up,
The clinking of cups,
Paddling through the calendar events
It's alright
If we don't talk for a while
I've got all your voices in my head

[CHORUS]
I ran into your mother
She said tell you pick up your phone
But I know we're just reminders
Of the skin you shed at home

Just when
I thought I understood
The mallard laughs

• Americana
• Fire Starter
• Folk
• Honeysuckle
• Islands
• folk rock
• indie folk
• Saratoga Springs