It’s a losing battle, a lame cause, those empty hollow moments we steal and share,
Cause at the end of the day, the waterline is rising, and all we do is just stand there!
The water reaches our ankles as the chills climb up our spineless spines,
I can still hear the tears bounce off the surface, I can hear the shouts and whines!
Your real need for detachment used to fit my aching need for attachment, and I stayed,
The strings of my soul you pushed and pulled, with my heart you flipped and played!
The water reaches our hips, it’s getting cold while you stand there, no embrace to warm my trembles,
I fumble with the memories of how you sullied me and drove me to a pain which nothing resembles!
Your love was a lie, a hiccup in the calendar of your days, and you chose to mess me up,
You held my head tilted to the back, opened my mouth and poured in poison from your cup!
The water is touching our necks now, I know that I’ll drown first, it’s simple: I’m shorter,
You hold me close, threatening eyes warning me not to swim away, a grin like a mortar!
Into my nose the water creeps and I lose awareness; I can’t feel my feet,
Our story ends, right there, as we drift with the waterline down the street!