Drowning

I don't listen that much
Her ears are out of tune
I don't like to be touched
but I'll look right into you

Try to make some sense of it all
this foolish notion
Her eyes were sad
Blue as the ocean
I'm drowning

Changes cross her eyes
and touch the witnesses
Crabs are on the beach
this irresistable bliss
that swallows whole

Broken up again for the day
Try masturbation
Tried to throw it all away
Black resoloution
Try to make some sense of it all
this foolish notion
Her eyes were sad
Blue as the ocean
I'm drowning