Sea Floor

I'm not gonna wait until the end to see whatever I become

There's no more talking in my brain, every conversation's done

And all my friends are living elsewhere, beyond my wired little spine

And it's just better to put my hands down, and learn to take it in the eye

Oh, ho, ho, these things I used to carry all are buried in the ground

I'm numb as I am weightless in the face of this doubt

Oh, ho, ho, if I fit another minute underneath this fucking scalp

My head will be so heavy I'll be dragging it around

Yes, I will

And there's a boulder in my ceiling, must have landed in my sleep