There's Iron in this water,
Falling through my throat,
Spilling on my chest,
Someone convince me,
That I'm enough.

Silly little daydreams,
Give me all this hope,
When I don't know,
Where I'm going to turn.

There's marker on my arm,
Faded off of my skin,
Staining at the last layer,
Someone convince me,
That dying's not next.

Silly little daydreams,
Give me all this hope,
When I don't know,
Where I'm going to turn.