When you're someone unable to triumph anxiety-ridden depression, what becomes your Life support
Is it the things you have, the people you support
What if you don't have anything relying on you, what is your tether
What if you spend your whole life feeling untied from this globe
What if it's only part of it
What if you've spent your whole life craving to feel weightless, absolutely vying for it Then one day you realize that you've never even felt the ground
You've spent your entire life floating
You've been floating over emotion and care and attachment and no matter how hard you Try to reach down for it you're always the same distance away
Your hand doesn't get closer, your body just goes further
Imagine the machine bridging a gap between those things for you
Or medication being a rope that then connects you to the things you've been reaching for
What if you feel connected for once and it's too much so you let it go
I keep letting it go
I keep pulling the plug
I keep letting it go
I keep pulling the plug
I keep letting it go
I keep pulling the plug
I keep letting it go