all was colder, keeping our blood
inside the freezers, with our animals skinned
you were close with the backyard spinning
rewind his homes let it glow
keep it swollen, just keep us halos
swimming deep through the oceans
coral reefs in our bones
hold me mama, i feel i'm sinking
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't hold my breath
in his lungs let him sink in you deep
such dizzy is the creekbed, all of us weep
alone in the backyard, swimming we freeze
all the holes in the blankets, swallow the breeze
swollen and slow, in his lungs he sinks
swimming through your fridge
through silvers and tricks
hold me mama, i feel i'm sinking
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't hold my breath
let yourself gather, let yourself be late
all rust on the bike chains, our suburbs so safe
for a second the creekbeds, made their ways dry
never enough room in, myself just to try
swollen and losing, these fruits on our tongues
the milk in our chest, to box up our lungs
hold me mama, i feel i'm sinking
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't keep swimming deep
i can't hold my breath
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