Drowning

The cure is bending At my heart again, and I leave right through The window of my comfort. So when I walk out On that road at night; The lights surrounding. I'm not coming down. The youth are drowning In my thoughts again, and yeah, I hope you hate my jaded views. The tension all around me Turns to loathing. I'm hazy 'Cause those people brought me down. And I give it up. I'll trade the blue one For the white one, 'Cause I'm running, And I need a small vacation In my mind. I'm closing in here. So I open up. The stars exploding. Don't pull me down to this. Don't let me touch the ground. If this is living, I'd rather go there Then spend my time within Those shadows all around. --- Drowning - The Dangerous Summer