There's water in the ocean
As far as I can tell
That's the best place for it
I'm living in hell
Limp-wristed
Switchblade missed it
A fire at the sawmill
As far as I can tell
That's the best thing for it
I'm dying "oh well"
Grey flagstone
Broken cellphone
There's oil on the pavement
Leeches in the sand
She tries to run he grabs her hand
The world is a cycle
Shaking in your shoulder
Everyone can tell
Knocked the wine glass over
And over it fell
So suddenly so useless
You're dying on the inside
Nobody can tell
It's a living torture
But you wear it so well
Just wait it out 'til sunrise
There's water in the ocean
As far as i can tell
That's the best place for it
I'm living in hell
Knife twisted
'Til she kissed him
Leeches on the pavement
Oil in the sand
She cries "the sun is never our friend...
It's only satiated as it sets"
It's filling up my eyes
Ripped it off the sides
And hold me 'til I've died
But then it fills my eyes again
It's writhing before you