everyone's deep sea fishing,
but i'm out here deep sea wishing,
selling my heart,
and i don't make commission,
feeding off all my superstitions,
like knocking on wood,
will give me the goods,
like i deserved it,
like i did something and it was worth it.
i built a foundation,
possessing mad ambitions,
with a lack of love is malnutrition,
withdrawals and i'm itching.