Frills – I’m Going Under

Calling out to nowhere
I’ve been trying to listen back
Holding up the building
shaking like I’m worth it
Hiding under eyelids
Living in the black again
Gets a little draining
When no one’s complaining

Drowning in my sleep again
I’m sinking in the sand
I’m going under
Punching through the pressure
I’m out of breath again
I’m going under

Taking up the pages over the Atlantic
I’ve been writing this and that
Hiding on an island
Drinking like I’m lawless
don’t imagine going back

As the days get longer
And the cards are all laid out
You don’t owe me now, you don’t owe me nothing.
As we get older
And our cards are all laid out
You don’t owe me now