Getting deep
I'm out of my depth at a public beach
I never listened, I had to see for myself
It's coming in waves
Shoots through my mind like a pinball straight
Friendly fire, point blank

Salt in my lungs
Holding my breath
Making peace with my inevitable death

I guess I did alright, considering
Tried to be a halfway decent friend
Wound up a bad comedian
An honest fool with more bad habits than you can count

There we were
Was anyone ever so young?
Breaking curfew with illegal fireworks
Unpacking God in the suburbs

I'm swimming back

See, you don't have to make it bad
Just 'cause you know how

Writing the words
To the worst love song you've ever heard
Sounding out the foreign characters
An incantation like an anti-curse
Or even a blessing

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Julien Baker, Lucy Dacus, Phoebe Bridgers