the smallest oceans
It's all in the way I feel, waiting for blackout to set in. It's all in the way I feel. Sometimes the smallest oceans can fill these lungs with so much love. I'm drunk and I'm drowning in your sea. Come back to me. Come back to me. I keep on pouring but they're always empty. So does this love mean something or am I dreaming? I lost my muse. I can hear her screaming. I was so young when I started singing. I close my eyes and I've lost the meaning. So I don't do a fucking thing. I keep on pouring but they're always empty.