The Deep End

Smoking in a pot that’s baking me Creative hands keep breaking free Sailing a ship that’s sinking me Smoking in a pot that’s baking me Swim in a sea that swallows me Fading fast saying hallowed be Thy name while I Dream borrowed dreams Coming back to me Dream borrowed dreams Don’t know if I’m awake or dreaming Can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m breathing Am I a martyr or a heathen All I know is I’m in the deep end Writing out words that bury me Take another shot to carry me Cut my skin and watch it bleed As the red pours out on me Take another shot to carry me Now I wake up in a paper gown My friends and family surround me Tears fall as I cry out Tears fall as I cry out Don’t know if I I’m awake or dreaming Can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m breathing Am I a martyr or a heathen All I know is I’m in the deep end In the deep end Don’t know if I’m awake or dreaming Can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m breathing Don’t know if I’m awake or dreaming Can’t tell if I’m dead or if I’m breathing Am I a martyr or a heathen All I know is I’m in the deep end