[ Featuring the Swells ]
Every day I think about dying
Each day more painful than the last
Every day I just end up sighing
My good days are written in the past
If this happened to me, this can happen to you
If nobody hears this, what will I do?
Well I'd like to be in a land submarine
At least for an hour or two
All the ways the I can spell regret
Cursing as I stumble through the door
Acting like my brilliance is a secret
Script in language that nobody knows
