I've had a year spent in dust in dirt
I am leathered, stretched thin
Coming out a a final attempt to tell you
I am dry
Dry

Suckered by a youthful muse
Is there virtue in seeing it through
Acting childlike I'm feeling my instincts fail me
I am dry

Can you hold me
Under the sea
Let me drown to a degree
I am dry
I am dry

Pushing out without pulling in
Empty thoughts about nothing
Am I too afraid to stop myself from thinking
I am dry

Can you hold me
Under the sea
Let me drown to a degree
I am dry
I am dry