drowning in something
who’s not drowning in me
like pulling glass from my palm
then I’m shocked when it bleeds
I mean I mean I got the guns out
and we were ready to go
when I heard that creak on the staircase
when I heard it moving below
now its just perched on my shoulders
and i am bent with the weight
I can shoot to kill this old vulture
or let it take me away
