Anchors for arms
Dead Weight
It's good to know when this ship sinksI'll go down, straight down with itAfter all, that's all I amA fucking wreckDead weightThe definition of what not to beSinging stupid metaphors of these pipe dreams these lies through my teethThe kind to blame everyone but meI'm sinking and I'm not even kickingThis is how I want to go downWasted space at the bottom of the oceanTo think of all the dead weight loneliness has set in meI feel nothing but emptyHow deceivingAnd to think I'm still not kickingI'm sinking and I'm not even kickingIt's dead dark and I feel like I'm caving inFor the first time I hear what silence really isIt's so groundingIn the end we're all alone after all
From Letras Mania