Breathing Underwater for Dummies

(альбом: SKIN - 2020)

Ain't no love for me, no nothing
Ain't got nothing that you want
Ain't no love for me, no nothing
Ain't got nothing that you want
Ain't no love for me, no nothing
Ain't got nothing that you want
Ain't got nothing that you want (for me)
Ain't got nothing (for me)
Nothing that you want

No fun, no fun, no fun
No fun, no fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun

My self-pity broke down many roads
I'm sitting this out, getting toned
Not drowning, just swimming slow
Y'all see me go, I'm really low
I know

R-A-V
Fucking up, I keep fucking up
I just float and curve like I'm a rubber duck
I can't open up, cause if I open up
Well, then my guard is down, and then my focus suck
And then they'll know what's up, and they will loathe my guts
And they will call my bluff, or be bothered
Cause I always fuck what's important up
And then I close right up and feel awful
Yo, never can I vibe with nobody less I'm high
Don't let me express my mind
Else the conversation dies
My thoughts are best left inside
Soon as I sense I'm despised
Hide the venom and my pride
I'll deflect with a disguise
Maybe I ain't built for this
Maybe I ought to just stay on my own, than stand in a crowd and just stare at my phone
Smile for the stalest of jokes
Wait, I'm doing it again, aren't I?
I swear I need an MRI
Aye, aye
Sometimes I want end my life
Sometimes I want to end yours twice
Aye

Can't let 'em know what I'm feeling
I paint my face in the gaudiest ways
It's like showing my hand is the ancientest sin
So I'm faking a grin while I'm walking in place
I think sometimes my mind is an object in space
And my tractor beam ain't the fastest thing around
Scaffolding turn to ash to bring me down, fuck it
Guess I ain't in love with these what if's
Sometimes I feel like I'm finite
Sometimes I feel like I live in your side-eyes
And sometimes I feel like if I died, you'd find a mask with a smile and just hide behind dry eyes
Just like me
Just another chump like me
Please don't end up like me
I'm such a bore, I feel my soul on the floor, melancholy to the core
"Open up more" is what they tell me, but that's what they tell me until I'm becoming a chore
What is the problem?
I got so lost in my cauldron I'm stewing to death in the fog and I'm just trynna breathe, aye
I'm just trynna breathe

... always have to operate with the grace of a blind gorilla! Get your Backwoods and your hands out your ass for once! Oh wooooow, REAL mature, real mature, Bill! Oh, I'm going to get cancelled? You have a lotta nerve, you know that? Wh... what is it... wh... what are you... what are you saying?

... wouldn't've even happened if you hadn't distracted me! Plus, you know I have that one condition! You're such a surprisingly intolerant person, dude. THAT'S what's disappointing, really. You're going to get cancelled one of these days with that attitude! And you know that I happen to have poor blood circulation and so keeping my hands in my ass is one of the only ways in which I can keep them warm, dammit!

Damn... It's completely soaked... Wait a second... Hey guys! I think it might work!

Huh?

Wait...

No way!

Oh, thank God!

Okay, okay, okay, uhh... Right... Try plugging it in!

Alright... might as well!