just when i believe
that i'll break through the glassy surface of the water i'm trapped beneath
and finally get a breath of fresh air
some part of you pulls me back under
i hate admitting that i find you suffocating
my head at times feels like its about to explode from the pressure
i've been underwater too long
and my mind has become too accustomed to murkiness
the calm exterior only hides the fact that i'm slowly drowning
but i'm killing my lungs like you do
so perhaps we both are drowning since we can't breathe
but i'm losing myself in fantasies and drugs while you lose yourself in pretty girls
and i keep feeling myself being pushed further beneath the water...

i'm forgetting how to swim.