The Upside Down Of Sinking

There are a bunch of balloons in my hands I'm not sure where they come from I'm attached and I'm unhinged Perhaps it will not be long If I could just hold on to these Until my flesh wears thin I wonder if they'd pick me up The upside-down of sinking There are a bunch of balloons in my hands There are blue roots in my bones I've drawn them in to drift to you I wonder if you've noticed The drip of dirt that trails behind The smell of sullied home I'm trying not to water it But still it seems to grow Still it seems to grow Don't go Don't go Soon I'll know Soon I'll know How to let my history go How to let my history go Don't go Don't go Soon I'll know Soon I'll know How to let my history go And to think that I thought I could do it alone Oh marry me Oh mystery Oh misery