[Verse 1: Baker]
Gettin' deep
I'm out of my depth at a public beach
I never listened, I had to see for myself
It's comin' in waves
Shoots through my mind like a pinball strayed
Friendly fire, point-blank
Salt in my lungs
Holdin' my breath
Makin' peace with my inevitable death

[Chorus: All, Baker]
I guess I did alright considering
Tried to be a halfway decent friend
Wound up a bad comedian
An honest fool with more bad habits
Than you can count

[Verse 2: All, Baker]
There we were
Was anyone ever so young?
Breakin' curfew with illegal fireworks
Unpackin' God in the suburbs
I'm swimmin' back
Say you don't havе to make it bad
Just 'cause you know how
[Outro: Baker]
Writin' the words
To thе worst love song you've ever heard
Soundin' out the foreign characters
An incantation like an anti-curse
Or even a blessing