underneath the skin
fish swim in circles

and all the words I've kept
have turned to Ash and
I've been keeping to myself

behind these four walls
there's no ceiling to climb
and my head won't stop bleeding

there are no feelings
in my piggy-bank

I've used all the change
and I'm still the same

every morning I wake up
thinking about you

and the life we could've
had, the life I could've had

but I couldn't do it to you
couldn't do it for you

maybe I deserve nothing
and that's why I keep myself
from jumping

running away forever
flying into the sunset

drowning
I need to go fishing.