i swallow and it seems to disappear sinks below my surafce
as i wipe away the tears i wipe away the smiles
as my bruises fade the fire goes with them
pain relieved is my laughter silenced

and through all of it i like to think
that i have held on pretty well
so many times i could have lost my grip
and in turn lost myself

this sea is syrup and devours my skin
as it tries my mind

and no matter how deep i may sink
my mind is always high above
safely watching
and waiting
for my return