Air

My mind is full of buzzing hornets

It feels like all my thoughts have been stung

Your kiss is like a bad chorus

I can taste it on your tongue

I’m under the surface

I’m gasping for air

I’m piling up samples

Of wrong notes in my head

I’m coughing up

I’m coughing up

And spitting out a smile

A big fake smile

I’m under the surface

I’m gasping for air

I’m piling up samples

Of wrong notes in my head

I’m killing my darlings

I’ve always been playing fair

We’re the perfect example

Of a dream in which we’re dead

Love is fading out of focus

And all my energy is gone

Even the sun’s making me nauseous

It’s piercing my eardrums

I’m coughing up

I’m coughing up

And spitting out a smile

A big fake smile

I’m gasping for air

I feel I’m barely alive