I'm sinking in an ocean but I don't know what it's called

My question is
Why do I want to know where I'm going to drown?

I'm breathing in nothing but your scent and **** I need air
But I don't think anyone's ever Died So Happy
And I mean I'm Really Quite Content

So, my dear,
Keep on keepin' on
And I'll continue on my way,
With nothing to guide me but a broken heart and an even more broken compass

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