So I tied them around my legs.
I saw patience in the water as I gazed in,
Deserving so much less.
As I sank, the noise and colors left my head.
In perfect clarity I'd missed,
Nineteen years old when numb killed cold forever.
I wasn't gasping,
So tell them when they're asking,
Tell them what I said.
There was nothing I could do with the things
Left to prove,
So I gave up on them.
I couldn't save the boy who used to feel alive,
The boy who had his mother's smile.
He used to swim, but we're losing him
To the current.