I like your eyes when they look away
I like your smile when it falls
I like your hands clutching the air
I like your eyes not holding me there
I'm holding myself just fine
21 years ago two babies died
and I was there waiting impatiently outside
Only half a human and already selfish
Already selfish
It was a favor that I didn't ask
Like some hand and pitcher filling up my glass
And what am I supposed to do with all this water
When sinking's not an option?
Enough I say
You've had your way
Enough
Enough you said
It's in your head
My love
Everything was in my head
That's just the point
Now go to bed
I'll feel better in the morning
When he's gone
Now comes the feeling of not wanting to breathe
And this is the water that keeps me from breathing deep
What am I supposed to do with all this water
When sinking's not an option?
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