What does it take

To feel satisfied in [?]

I haven’t felt pleasure in 4 weeks

There’s a sandbag that keeps me still

Except it’s filled with caffeine pills and glycerol

I think I might pass out

I can’t believe

That anyone really wants to be near me

Would rather keep on burning out

Than losing sense enough to drown

I’ve never felt safe underwater

But now I’m trying not to

And I can’t sleep without burning (I can’t sleep)

And I can’t speak without trying (trying)

And I wish I could see lying (I wish I)

But I can’t stop fucking lying

Would rather keep on burning out

Than losing sense enough to drown

I’ve never felt safe underwater

But now I’m trying not to