I hate the was you're looking at me lately

It makes me want to choke that smile off your face

I don't say this often but tonight I think I might

This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas

I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me

I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen

I'd love to show you what I meant by

I'd like to see you dead

You can't sperate my eyes

I don't say this often but tonight I think I might

If you could make this last

I would take the world from you

As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me

Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating

God I hope the saying true

And he broke the mold when he made you