A living nightmare having episodes
Resist, resist the urge to claw out your wrists, that's enough
We had something but it set sail
Afraid to move on in case we somehow prevail, it's enough
Call me a saint 'cuz you're an anchor made of blight
A dead weight I can't let leave the light, I knew at first sight you'd be my vice
I tried to move on, I wanna' stay
I wanna' help you but I can't let you get your way
Break me down, so we might see eye to eye
You know it's been a really long time since I felt we could hold on
I might just lose your grip, you're falling nothing short of sinking further in this quicksand
And the sweat is starting to pool in our hands from the pressure of every single person around me
Telling me to let you go, but I couldn't sit with that guilt
And if it doesn't show, I'm not alright