When I was twelve, I thought I might have died, May have drowned, but I choked on water Found the ground between my toes, My head still floats, and I'm still coughing up this mess And I might be more lost than I was then More or less
When I was sixteen, I thought I might have fell May have found love, but I choked on your lips And found that ground above my head My hearts not dead, and I'm still coughing up that mess But I might be more lost than I was then More or less
But when I was ten, I thought I might have found God May have found a friend, but I choked on His word Beginning and end, my soul won't float And I'm still coughing up His mess I think I may be more lost than I was then More or less
But I'm still here, and I'm still waiting Still slightly sober, maybe still slightly exaggerating But I found that ground and all the rest Found some truth or something slightly less
And if I found one thing, After all these years of searching For some kind of resolution With all my shitty flaws And all my goddamn friends And All the shitty things I've said to them If I could say one last goddamn thing it'd be, "Fuck it all"