I'm drowning and all I can do is reach up in the air
hoping someone will save me
I walk down the street
mustering up some sort of courage
to let everything out

but as soon as I cross the boarder
between the brisk wind
and the blanket of warmth
my courage disappears

I try to look for anyone who will listen
anyone who will make me talk
anyone who will care about me

I mistake kisses for promises
because in some universe
that kiss meant you would save me

I think late nights
are signs of friendship and hope
because in that moment
I could cry
I could tell you everything
but you would never ask
and if you did i wouldn't admit it

so now i sit alone
hurting deeply inside
after all, it was just a kiss