The Song I Swore to Never Sing

No longer can I feel the rungs,
The latter's slipping away.
There is water in my lungs,
But I really hope you stay.

The coffee has gone stale,
I certainly need a new taste,
I've lost hold of the guard rail;
We don't have any time to waste.

The door has lost its handle,
I'm drowning in the sea,
These stupid lies are your scandal;
Oh, please, set me free.

No longer can I feel the rungs,
The latter's slipping away.
There's water in my lungs,
But I really hope you stay.

There's a splinter in my broken back,
It's dragging me farther down,
I've fallen in this crack,
And can no longer look around.

The bones in my heart are broken,
I can only pretend you're there,
Take this appreciation of a token,
Honestly; it's only fair.

No longer can I feel the rungs,
The latter's slipping away.
There's water in my lungs,
But I really hope you stay.

I'm as helpless as a plea,
The words go unsaid.
I'm drowning in the sea,
Not your arms instead.

No longer can I feel the rungs,
The latter's slipping away.
There's water in my lungs,
But I really hope you stay.