that feeling, been drowning, i could recite

that feeling when the tips o’ your nerves wiggle ‘neath the skin

been drowning myself in sad songs and all i can think of is doggypaddling in circles until the storm lets up

i could recite a million different lines to tell you how i feel, but you already know which words are mine, so what’s the use of rambling on when you know what’s behind thoughts given rhyme