Hotel Pool

The death of a friend That people thought was doing well But I was the one Knew he was in a living hell Maybe those frantic tears They might just have been a sign I paint the world in only grey And now it's cloudy all the time Time time time I used to live by Prospect Park Parade Grounds Dream Big Boo-Boo Of brick walls views and concrete sound Pardon me, sir As I step over you Did I give up too soon Now I'm practicing my crawl stroke all night at this hotel pool My soul it reeks of chlorine blue Do you think I can pull off this bathing suit