Secoue Torace
I'll try not to seem too desperate
But I'm slipping under
Bringing you no closer to me
My lungs have swelled and torn
Bring me back to the surface
I'll never meet the rising tide
I'll never face the setting sun
Time pinched me out like a candle
I'll be left all alone
No floor left to stand on
No walls left to tear down
No anchor left to drop
No hand left to hold on
These aren't my thoughts
They're not in my head
I'll never make it home
I've been collapsing