I can feel my chest rot. It crumbles like the diamonds in your eyes did.
And sometimes when I wonder or I wish for something else, my nightmares come out
to haunt me, and they pull me back down.
I'm not sure if my heart belongs here anymore.
I'm not sure if my heart belongs here anymore.
I don't know how to tell you that you're holding onto nothing, and nothing is here to stay.
And if you'd like you can stay a while and you can sit by me. Yea you can sit by me.
I quit treading water years ago and I've been drowning ever since.
I've never been very good with words.