I should have thought about it
I shouldn't go
You're talking circles again
Lips moving slow
I hate forcing myself to know
You love pushing yourself to grow
I hate pushing myself to know
You love forcing yourself to grow
Drenched in red clay and floating, golden
I used to know how to swim
Now my lungs are flat and useless
And my feet can't touch the bottom
And you run and you scream and I don't
And you jump and you scream and I don't