[ keep your head above - swim ]

i believe i was the one to let you fall
the one who never answered those calls,
i'm so lost for words,
so lonely for her,
so i'll do what i do,
type with an attitute,
sing out of tune,

write my way out of some boring routine
falling isn't as easy as they say,
considering you have to get up the next day,
so for now i'll run around,
pace the ground,
undefying my normalities

i'm so lonely for her,
can't stand the silence,
so i blare up the music, talk in the past tense
pretend everything is exactly as it is

for one day this awkard reality will set in
ultimately deciding my fate and then
i'll slumber into whatever it next brings
burn your old letters and sell all your things

this pen and paper deal is getting old
staring at my ceiling is making me cold
and the locked door is such a desperate metaphor
only an artist could conceive, and
running away is no longer proving worthwhile.