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.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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.
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