isolation

Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
Isolation, isolation
You got me choosing myself and I’m here now
My covers filled with canned food and tequila
I’ve got pictures of you sexting me last night
I’m not leaving until everything’s alright
All this distance makes me want you
Makes me miss you real real good
All this distance makes me want you
Makes me miss you more than I should
Isolation, I’ve been patient
At least some fake love, I’m trying to take some
Isolation, can only take so much
Should we just pull the plug, euthanasia
Forget the weeknd skin on skin
It’s gonna 3−4 weeks until we meet again, oh no
I guess you used your tnnis coach
I must have forgot this game is hard to play alone