It's getting to the point,
Where I'm in it neck-deep,
And I can't tell if I'm drowning
In my worries,
Or suffocated
by your love.
my tongue is slipping
Out goodbyes and no more tomorrows,
Yet cursing your name
and the faulty defining of forever.
It's getting to the point,
Where I'm in it neck-deep,
And I can't tell if I'm drowning
In my worries,
Or suffocated
by your love.
my tongue is slipping
Out goodbyes and no more tomorrows,
Yet cursing your name
and the faulty defining of forever.