Head above water but I'd rather be sedated and under We both have things in common Your days are numbered but my patience is limited And this would all be different, if it were up to a missed diagnosis Dust won't collect itself and if you're going to drag me down I'll look somewhere else for stability Once you're gone I'll be gone too Bite the broken hand that feeds When you're gone what will I hold on to? Please get over it I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back) What will I look up to? Are you ashamed of what you've done When all that's left is my shoulder pain I felt the weight of the world come crashing down When all that's left is a gain When you're gone what will I hold on to? Please get over it I know you're suffering over stay your fucking welcome Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back) What Will I look up to? You've always had a way out but you've settled right In a line behind depth and deeper than shallow