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