Mount Rushmore

Talking to you
Feels like jumping in a pool
Think I’ll go headfirst
Thought that you’d be going too
Talking to you
Banging my head on the wet floor
And it cut kinda deep
I see blood, I see your face on Mount Rushmore

Talking to you
Only echoes in the room
And I sit listening
Thought that you would listen too
Talking to you
Leave my body to the tide
Guess I'm gonna faint
I see spots, I see your face in black and white

It has been days, it has been centuries
Wishing for things that are never up to me
Stuck in suffocating density
I never knew when to breathe

It’s a fever, it’s conspiracy
Would you ever say the things you mean?
I hate swimming in my fantasies
I never knew when to breathe