Inside this aquarium, I’ve grown used to being called cute.
I’ve lived this long, never noticing how lukewarm those words were.
So my nose ended up plugged. Oh my.
My mouth tries to take on all of my breathing
And I’ll probably start to lose my sense of reality.
My voice is run down, painful to the ears.
I’ve drained my tank of most everything
‘Cause more than anything, I hate hearing that something’s just hypothetical.
So my ears ended up plugged. Oh my.
I’ll probably start forgetting to take deep breaths.
You’re pitch black.
You’re pitch black.
Drops of water form a school.
For me, it’s a bonus.
I have nothing else to say.
I won’t see you in the next life.
You’re pitch black.
Completely pitch black.
I’ll probably start to lose even unconscious thought,
Noticing that it’s been blocked off.
I feel like it’s a waste to even use my voice,
But since I have the opportunity, I’ll tell you now:
You’re pitch black.
You’re pitch black.
Drops of water form a school.
A halo shines on you from behind.
But I won’t be derailed.
You won’t be hailed.
I’m pure white.
We’re both pure black.