I know we're all good people trying To make the most of our fleeting days Nothing is sacred, just stressed, And it manifests in awfully deceiving ways That doesn't make you a liar though, my bad, quite the opposite I was thinking maybe we could trying it out It won't hurt anything... Let me lick your wounds I formally invite you to my aquatic cathartic pass time In the deep end of my fragile little brain Fall in, don't let it drain you of passion though Towards the lonesome lives of quiet desperation I don't know what going through the motions will solve But giving up is a fatal mistake You're swimming around like a jaded seahorse Like you don't believe in an infinite resource But you don't run out of love You don't just wither away I bet from the microscope lens above We probably look like angels at play So in the scribbles of time just try To find the clean line and ride it out Just ride it out I've twiddled the thumbs of my life and I don't regret a thing yet