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I don't wanna hold my breath
I'll grow old until my death
Blood runs cold into the depths
I boldly leapt where you misstepped
I won't fold until I've slept
The unforetold stress intercepted
Molded our repressed perspectives
Old, decrepit, resurrected

I'm not gonna hold your hand
A fool I am, I'm full of angst
No I don't want a wooly lamb
I slew a ram, my holy land
These hooligans all pulling pranks
They blew the bank a bullet blank
A hula dance, some purple drank
Polluted ranks and olive branches

Something simmering on my mind
Constant shimmering is hard to find
Hope is but a glimmer so I guess I'll die
Light grows dimmer as I petrify
I am but a sinner, I won't ever fly
Never was a winner when I set and grind
Better a beginner than an adept light
Center on the slimming chance of getting by
I try not to keep a grudge
Cus lord knows I can't be the judge
Lord know I been done too much
And so as suchI need your touch
Where any other girl would blush
I can't be bothered, I won't budge
I'm feeling smothered by your crush
The running water turned to sludge