Bottle after bottle Pulling me in I'm drowning in the buzz My life jacket in this misery The only thing keeping me afloat Under the crushing weight Of my uselessness
Do you remember all the things we saw? There were a lot, but not as many as I thought. I guess my memories were just making love again, reproducing with my dreams of all that could have been.
Shrug your shoulders and become a shape that no one else can see. The self is better heard than seen but they still tell us to shush. Close your eyes and shut your mouth this shall not pass. Just shush.