It's Thursday, January 12Th And This The Last Time I'll Talk About Drowning

Found in my pocket
What a wonderful day
Thinking of something that I should say
But I can’t hold you responsible, anymore

I don’t know what I’m thinking
Lost now in the thrill of it
But I’m not giving up until I’m free
‘Cause it’s where I’m supposed to be

But I get so lost in the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine
I can feel its weight on my chest like I am drowning

Like I am drowning, and I still, I still
I am drowning
Like I am drowning
And I still, I still
I am drowning

Like I am drowning
But I get so lost in the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine, I mean
I feel its weight on my chest like I am sleeping
Like I am dreaming