The lakes in your eyes Are pulling at your seams And its seaweed is drowning me I struggle to breathe And when they drag me down I cannot fight I cannot scream The canyons on your arms Lose me in moments I have yet to speak a single word My gut keeps yelling Trying to catch my ears But my eyes avert again If I had said a word Would it have made a difference An ounce of significance You drank it up Your half-empty cup Could I have done a thing My day turns into nightfall Your voice On repeat in my phone Intoxicate my senses Your veins Corrupted from the start Could I have done a thing Could I have done a thing