the return of the pressure
there's a hole in my battle ship
sealed under waterline
the cage's bars rattle, whips
sing through the spray
into skin and i sink
i descend into darkness
the twilight of the brink

i can make it to morning
and i'll keep the hope burning
tomorrow's still maybes
but tonight I am yearning
and on battlements, standing
i sit in self-seizure
i can see her lie back
and it's no thing to reach her
but the gap was too vast
and that present has passed by
all the should'ves i've counted
i still should've said bye

there's a hole the hull
and you feel like you're drowning
salt water roars through
as your live's days keep counting 
and you want to just scream
but it just echoes in the vault
and you feel you're blameless
and you feel like it's your fault
and then you can't even feel
or it all rushes through you
and you're taking on water
and you wish they could see you
and you want it to end
but to not go away
i hope tonight's dreams are good
tomorrow's just one more day