Mount Rushmore

Talking to you

Feels like jumping in a pool

Think I’ll go headfirst

Thought that you’d be going too

Talking to you

Banging my head on the wet floor

And it cut kinda deep

I see blood, I see your face on Mount Rushmore

Talking to you

Only echoes in the room

And I sit listening

Thought that you would listen too

Talking to you

Leave my body to the tide

Guess I'm gonna faint

I see spots, I see your face in black and white

It has been days, it has been centuries

Wishing for things that are never up to me

Stuck in suffocating density

I never knew when to breathe

It’s a fever, it’s conspiracy

Would you ever say the things you mean?

I hate swimming in my fantasies

I never knew when to breathe