I crawl out in the morning time and I am fine
and then I breathe in this air and I slide
why does it always end up like this?
and what is the meaning of my decline?
I drift out and I drift out far, and I surmise...
that just everything that I've felt has declined
why did you leave me adrift like this?
and what is the meaning of our decline?
I could have had it all
but I let it slip away