You’re the water in my boat.
You keep me sinking
when all I want to do is float.
You kept me thinking on late nights,
counting how much I was blinking.
or how much I was eating.

You’re the hand to my throat.
The empty, meaningless quote
on my wall, telling me that my undercoat
is someone who just wants to let go,
but I keep looking for a footnote
that isn’t and wasn’t ever there.

You told me to take your crown,
never let you down,
but with your water filling this boat,
I start to drown.
You’re taking me down,
but how?

You’re the water in my boat.
You keep me sinking,
when all I want to do is float.

WATER IN MY BOAT

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