Echo

  

 If wine is liquid courage, then coffee is liquid hope

 I write some more tragic bullshit and then I wash my mouth with soap

 I wish that I had a baby, I wish I had a better memory

 I wish that emotions came on like equations, but I’m plagued by melodies

 And so I catch them in my head, and my heart and my hands and my legs

 There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes, it runs deep and dark

and wet

 It runs deep and dark and wet, it runs deep and dark and wet

 It runs deep, dark, and wet

  

 And I echo, I echo, within myself

 Somebody save me

 I echo, I echo, within myself

 Somebody save me

  

 I banish all the mirrors from my house, I put tape on the webcams too

 I don’t wanna catch myself around here, around here there’s just no room

 Most things I can’t remember, some things I can’t forget

 There’s a well from my throat to the tip of my toes, it runs deep and dark

and wet

  

 It runs deep and dark and wet, it runs deep and dark and wet

 It runs deep, dark, and wet

  

 And I echo, I echo, within myself

 Somebody save me

 I echo, I echo, within myself

 Somebody save me