With screws and nails
I thought I could fix myself
Like a broken machine
Oh, how simple that could be
Oh, be
The skies come crashing down
Upon both of my ribs
My lungs collapse under the
Weight of my conscience
And my wits
Take my gills, stuff me into a
Tank of my own, left all alone
Only then could you be free
From me
Too many nights spent coughing
Up the sorrows into my hands
If only I could will my dreams
To end