I'm at the bottom of the ocean standing hopeless
showing signs
That if I had a bottle of your decisions I'd drink them up
and forget mine
I would let you break my bearing
Drag me down until I sink
You would  flood all of my airways
while you pushed me past the brink

And i'd allow it.

It's such a beautiful despair
The way you replace all my air
You soak up every living piece of me
and I concede without a care

Chained and locked away
there's no time left for desperate measure
I'm standing at the bottom of the ocean
Like your forgotten buried treasure.