Some days make me want
To throw down a grenade
And allow the shrapnel
To imbed itself in me
And with each cut
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive

Some days make me wish
That the world was underwater
And I had no clue how to swim
And the waves would overtake me
'til I was far underwater
And with each ounce of water I breathed
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive

Some days make me try
To hold onto what I remember
And log it away
In the darkest corners of my mind
And with each memory stored
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive