gloves - Kmoe

Fucking drowning

Don’t- don’t- don’t- fucking drowning

Don’t tell me, fucking drowning

Don’t- don’t- don’t- fucking drowning

Don’t tell me

Walking past the shadows, they crawl

Lamp posts and windows rattle

Choking on the smoke filled oxygen

They don’t know where I’ve been

Time falls in and out of place like that

Move quick, cause you’ll-

Don’t think I should even try to end it like that

(Won't brathe when you fight back)

Moving through the halls, Don’t see anyon I wanna talk to

I can’t feel at all, Friends won’t even care if I’m gone

Tearing down the walls, See right through the broken glass in my head

Melted rubber gloves line the inside of what I’ve become

If you think you know the answer, don’t ask me

If you feel like fucking drowning, don’t tell me

When you haven’t seen yourself in a few weeks

When you’re crying on your bedroom floor to me

Fucking drowning

Don’t- don’t- don’t- fucking drowning

Don’t tell me, fucking drowning

Don’t- don’t- don’t- fucking drowning

(Shh)

(If you think you know the answer, don’t ask me)

Don’t ask me

(If you feel like fucking drowning, don’t tell me)

Don’t tell me

(When you haven’t seen yourself in a few weeks)

A few weeks

(When you’re crying on your bedroom floor to me)