Drowning

[Intro ]
C#m E G#7 C#m A E G#7 
           Mhm,  mhm 

 
    C#m                          E 
The alarm clock is a lighthouse beam 
                    A                    G#7 
Cutting through the dark, but I can't be seen 
                    A                     E 
I'm anchored to the mattress 50 leagues below 
                 A                     G#7 
Where the air is thick and the current slow 
            C#m                    E 
My phone is buzzing on the bedside table 
          A                      E 
Vibrating violently, but I'm not able 
             F#m                  E 
To reach the surface to break the skin 
              A                       G#7 
The tide rose up while I was sleeping in 
 

 
                  C#m             E 
And I'm breathing water heavy and gray 
             G#7                    C#m 
Watching the ceiling float further away 
                A                           E 
It's quiet down here in the deep end of the room 
               F#m                      G#7 
Wrapped in the weight of this water log gloom 
          A        G#7          C#m   
I open my mouth to say I'm not okay 
A                       F#m 
  But only bubbles come out 
G#7               C#m 
  And they float away 
 

 
C#m                             E 
  My friends are walking on the surface tension 
G#7                     C#m 
Living their lives in a different dimension 
A                   E 
I see their shadows rippling overhead 
F#m                       G#7 
Distorted shapes from the floor of my bed 
  C#m 
I try to swim up 
  E 
I try to kick 
        A                       E 
But the gravity's heavy and the silence is thick 
     F#m                E 
It's not that I want to sink like a stone 
          A                               G#7 
It's just hard to tread water when you're doing it alone 
A                        G#7 
Pressure building in the back of my eyes 
  A                 E 
A liquid crushing a silent cap size 
     A                       F#m 
Blue light, blue noise, blue walls, blue lungs 
    A                        G#7 
The taste of the salt on the tip of my tongue 
 

 
                  C#m             E 
And I'm breathing water heavy and gray 
             G#7                    C#m 
Watching the ceiling float further away 
                A                           E 
It's quiet down here in the deep end of the room 
               F#m                      G#7 
Wrapped in the weight of this water log gloom 
          A        G#7          C#m   
I open my mouth to say I'm not okay 
A                       F#m 
  But only bubbles come out 
G#7               C#m 
  And they float away