but you got that golden ticket at the back of your head
you got that eyes that wonder around the world
and I'm left with nothing but an empty state
I'm wired to not pull the trigger but to anchor and drown.
The deep blue ocean where it holds all the pain and sorrow.
Swept by the currents and waves and to be lost within it.
I never wanted this.
Truth was, this kills me as much as it kills you.
It jabbed right through me, deeper than your wound.
It felt like the world was against me and I can't breathe.
I can't escape.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
but you got that golden ticket at the back of your head
you got that eyes that wonder around the world
and I'm left with nothing but an empty state
I'm wired to not pull the trigger but to anchor and drown.
The deep blue ocean where it holds all the pain and sorrow.
Swept by the currents and waves and to be lost within it.
I never wanted this.
Truth was, this kills me as much as it kills you.
It jabbed right through me, deeper than your wound.
It felt like the world was against me and I can't breathe.
I can't escape.
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