You were passed out On a threadbare couch Ash burns holes Through a borrowed house You laughed at the bruise Like it proved you exist Said “Stay if you’re stupid” I guess it fit I keep coming back to the swamp at the end of the world Where you drag me under Call it love as the water turns cold Breathing in the poison Telling me it’s all my fault I tried to run Tried to crawl But I sink when you call Your phone lights up With another fake name You swear it’s nothing Then you spit out my shame I wear your insults Like secondhand clothes Torn at the seams Still the only thing I own Maybe I like it The way my lungs burn Maybe I chose this Now there’s nowhere to turn You say “You’re free” But you stand in the door I step outside And my feet grow roots in your floor So pull me down slow Let the black mud bloom I’ll make my bed In the bottom of your room If there’s a way out I don’t want to know Turn off the sky Let the swamp close over the glow
