Down-beat and shallow
Wedged into my coffin
With very little air to breath
With nothing very much to see
I'll be sick if I don't do something
Without a care in the world
The feeling must be cruel
I want you to be okay

**And I think you will with what you got fixed
And I think I won't with what I've got set
I drown in the shallow end and nobody blows the whistle
With enough chlorine I'm bound to disappear