Swimming

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I call you on the phone

Yet things get harder all the more you know

And I felt this way before

And I'm trying, trying better to ignore

Swimming, swinging, so low

So close to heaven, I don't think you'll show

Well I'm dumb, I'm bad, I'm broke

I'm singing songs that somebody else wrote

I cried watching the TV

It felt a lot like healing

This song will be my enemy

My brain it wants to kill me

I stopped and read a book

Like the first time since I was pretty young

And the pages touched my hands

And my feet felt like red flowers in the sand

I can't look in the mirror

My visions gettin' clearer

This song is not a friend to me

This world is out to get me

Well, come and get me