dead feet beach

a big damn metaphor for depression

prayin inside cause you just ran out of air

and something is tugging at the back of your hair

your new to this place, honest, you swear

though in the calm you think, this is kinda neat

out of your shell on dead feet beach

crack open the inside of your own head

so what if your dying when your already dead

and so what if im yelling about what she said

your body is fading your soul is so weak

your loosing yourself on dead feet beach

shuffle down the shore with a broken bottle of gin

feeling out of your mind and out of your skin

you could end it right now, you could let the world win

theres nothing to learn and theres nothing to teach

all on your own on dead feet beach

i got your lungs in my fists and im clenching them tight

glad you decided to come out on this beautiful night

and you're already sure that there's nothing that's right

well i dont want to hear what you got to preach

just shut the f**k up on dead feet beach