Lyrics Flatsound - it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning

phone in my pocket, what a wonderful day
thinking of something that I should say
but I can't hold you responsible anymore
I don't know what I'm thinking
I'm lost now in the thrill of it
but I'm not giving up until I am free
because that's where I'm supposed to be

and I get so lost in the thought of life
that I forget to start living mine
I can feel its weight on my chest
like I am drowning

and I get so lost in the thought of life
that I forget to start living mine
I can feel its weight on my head
like I am sleeping
like I am dreaming.