Long gone are the days

Where you’re blue in the face

Skipped off like a stone

I hope you learn to float

A foregone conclusion

I would go drown in the well again

Now, that whole plan’s been shot down

Breaking off the grip my

Open mouth had over my bones

I sunk right through the cushions of your

Fold-out sofa bed on 96th street

You were throwing me a line

I learned to take a dive

I miss the taste, but I’m over it

Stuck in this place, but I’m over it

I want you to find out, but I don’t know how