Depression tastes like cigarettes and hair follicles.
happiness feels like the hands you've dreamt of holding.
i fastened bells to your heart,
and i went deaf when the ringing stopped.
did instinct tell you i wouldn't make a fitting father?
did your soul catch a cold when i coughed up my love?

i don't give a fuck if you say that you're sorry,
it's hard enough not to drown...
it's hard enough not to drown.