Take me to the lake
And take out my brain
Take all the pieces I need
And throw them away
So I'll crash on your couch or
Into a car
I can't tell the difference
Between comfort and pain anymore
My face is indifferent and complacent
With a lie that it's friends with
Cut legs on barbed wire, jumped fences
Can't use dirt as bandages
But it's just blood
You won't admit it's because of you
It's no surprise you say the shit you do
Like
"It's not my fucking problem that you feel that way"
I'll just face the fact that you just won't be the same
Hold me
Underwater, I'll hear you laughing and singing
Breathing
Is a hobby I'd give up if you asked me
Hold me
Underwater, I'll hear you laughing and singing
Breathing
Is a hobby I'd give up if you asked me
So then my bones
Can be your throwing stones
