Would I be happy on an isolated island?
That's all I've ever wanted.
Nobody to deal with?
That's all I've ever wanted.
Maybe a guitar and some gin?
That's all I've ever wanted.

But what if I became lonely,
Desired old emotions,
And my strings began to break,
All while running out of gin?

That isn't what I want
*I guess I don't want that at all?