Whatever lifts you up Whatever floats ur boat But I can't take it anymore So I've gone remote To a desert island In the middle of the sea Coz my time has run up For when I used to be me. So cry your tears They're what made this sea and don't go without them Or else you'll be like me On a desert island In the middle of the sea Remote doesn't even come close To the things I have been I was awfully afloat On a big large boat...

I feel trapped, caged, waiting to get out. Then what? Go to college? Be force-fed information again? Sit down and have people tell me what I need to know? Go to another institution, following more rules and regulations so I can do what, get a stable career the rest of my life? Everyone's always telling me how important it is Everyone's doing it Everyone's going to college. What I really want to do is run barefoot in an op...