there's a whole lot of rainwater inside everyone alive
there's a whole lot of rainwater and you need to swim to survive
the tippy top is forever far away from our grasp at last
the evertide is scratching at my legs until all the skin is gone and i sink away
and i think if it keeps raining then i'm gonna run out of air
my little bones will sink through the cracks of the ocean with everyone who cares
it's empty under the ocean a desert with a perfect cloak of blue
and the little bones of everyone in piles, in piles underneath
there's a whole lot of rainwater inside everyone alive
the thunderstorms rage and pound at the windows and shriek and scream outside
and here i am making poetry whining about what doesn't feel right
a child dragging crayons across printer paper to keep me sane
and i think if it keeps flooding then i'm gonna run out of air
i swear to god i'm leaking through some kind of little tear
and soon enough there's nothing left inside because i lost it
and soon enough there's nothing left cause i deserve it
there's a whole lot of muddy water inside everyone alive
i think it's filled me to the brim because i can't tell my left from right
three steps back and one step to the side right off the edge
i'm sick of walking tightropes and i'm sick of writing shit
and i think if i keep talking then i'm gonna run out of air
my little bones stop creaking because there was never something there
my voice is lost in the thunder as i unleash one final scream
there's a whole lot of rainwater inside everyone alive
there's a whole lot of rainwater inside everyone alive