I'm like the rocks we throw in the ocean
Down below away from the commotion
Steadily sinking deeper within the motion
The last person to touch you is long gone
and being at the bottom you may never be touched again but is that so wrong?
No more fear and no more guessing, trying to find the hidden meaning behind a blessin'
maybe its to learn a lesson while I could use a little decompression
these depths have got me going through retrogression
but what was I before i was too heavy to float?
All the words i wanted to say are stuck in my throat
and the only thing I can manage to say was "nice throw"
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
I'm like the rocks we throw in the ocean
Down below away from the commotion
Steadily sinking deeper within the motion
The last person to touch you is long gone
and being at the bottom you may never be touched again but is that so wrong?
No more fear and no more guessing, trying to find the hidden meaning behind a blessin'
maybe its to learn a lesson while I could use a little decompression
these depths have got me going through retrogression
but what was I before i was too heavy to float?
All the words i wanted to say are stuck in my throat
and the only thing I can manage to say was "nice throw"
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