My echo is light enough
Two forces I couldn't touch
My serious turn of phrase
My sarcasm not phased

I let go and tighten up
New courses all made of rough
Lie eerie listless and say
Could I really give a ****?

Stuck in this current of mine
Enough to swallow and die
Fish food I knew, close they drew
But they just gnaw at the rinds

Love is the drug we rely
On to be closer to fine
Wish that we already knew
Must be those warm hearted lies