I should have known:
all of my intentions were wrong,
all of my commitments were based on
mistakes that I could not recover from.
You’d never know I was out of control,
you’d never know, you’d never know.
What qualifies as self-destruction
is not something that’s visible,
is not always a cut on the skin,
is not something predictable.
I’ve never known how far I will go,
I’ve never known, I’ve never known.
I can’t stop my ears from ringing,
I can’t describe the sound I’m hearing
the old familiar song of a frequency that’s leaving me.
If you’ve found that your soul’s been sinking,
reaching out for anything worth keeping,
from the bottom of a sea that you’ve been drinking,
every night,
every night.
I might need a moment alone,
I don’t know how to tell you though
I certainly don’t want to know
what would happen if I let you go.
I let it go, I won’t let it go,
I let it go, I won’t let it go.
I let it go, I won’t let it go,
I let it go, I won’t let it go.