When the things have changed. And it goes what remains. All the pretty things they go in light. The jokes we have, but we learn to leave them beside. .
All you wanna do is stuff your face and be annoying. All you wanna do with me is fight, fight, fight, fight. All you ever do is make excuses, got you boring.
Ebb and flow, the sea is cold. But my blood comes to boil. I feel it filling up my lungs. The weight pulls me to soil. . Current takes me, breath escapes me.