Do you remember the life we had? 
It swept beneath my feet and wrapped around my head. 
It resembled my frame of mind with nothing better to say. 
I was leaving it all behind to resonate through the years and [bad word] me day by day. 
I could feel it pull break neck speed to say my last goodbyes.
The discontent to let everything go, 
hanging over my head like a noose around my neck. 
Cause you're not all that different, over everything. 
We're not all that different, after everything. [bad word] [bad word]  is life, gone wrong. 
So looking back at these dreams, slipping down through my sleep, 
I couldn't tell you what the [bad word] was even happening to me, 
I counted rocks on the cliffs as I fell down to the sea, 
I could feel it all slipping away. 
I float on slick black water paralyzed neck deep as I drowned in sleep, 
like Ophelia's last hour, unaware, drifting.