I'm drowning.
But god, if I can help you float back to surface- even if I only sink down further- I will.

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I'm drowning.
But god, if I can help you float back to surface- even if I only sink down further- I will.
Oh god, it feels good to be loved authentically again.
The way I was loved before,
With a new lover to press lips to mine.
Being loved by someone with their full heart at risk
And my own, too.
The taste is so much sweeter
Than tear-salty, broken-bitter one night lovers.
I dive into an ocean aware I might drown
And my true lover follows down.
I'm lost in the woods and you're a river that threatens to drown me if I might fall in.
The end is coming flooding into the room I can feel it filling up puddles I’ll try to ignore sloshing to my ankles This isn’t a war brushing by my knees But I still feel like the troops are around the corner waist-high and still spilling in I pretend the world is bright i don’t know how to swim And he’s here and I’m still in love and he’s still in love its cold on my neck I swear I can still breathe and he swears he’s not drowning and we both swear that this will last and we’re okay
but i’m drowning
i’m drowning
he’s drowning
because we couldn’t look away from each other’s eyes?
because we were happier to engage in a fantasy that as long as our hands stayed clung together we’d float?
we’re drowning
because we’re wrapped against each other, afraid of the currents
we’re drowning
afraid to let go of the other but
we’re drowning
we’re drowning
why can’t i just let go?
we’re drowning.
I can see the future and we’re going to be fine. As long as we hold tight. As long as we don’t look past each other’s eyes. As long as we pretend we don’t feel water at our ankles. We’re going to be fine.
I am in love with the sky, but she is distant- so I’ll drown myself in the ocean; he is never far.
I’m drowning again when I didn’t even know I was near the ocean.
I drown in the fluffy gold of your voice.