It's not for lack of percipience that I turned my back;
It's just that I've become so absent from my own train of thought
I'm only just treading water; I'm only just treading water
It's not for lack of faith in what was shared that I had to leave
It's just that I've lost track of all the things you said
And I'm only just treading water, just holding my head above the surface
I'm not saying there's any one thing that's left me floating in the breeze
Or that the earth has pulled me in
I'm just not where I should be, I'm absent from my own train of thought
And if the venom spills like turgid wine
From the mouth to which I belong, forgive me
I'm only just treading water; I'm only just above the surface of what I've become
With sleep confined to rotten dreams and sweat drenching through my comfort
I'm just not able to take it all in
I'm only just treading water, but it's starting to seep in
A breath to wake me, like the shock of falling as you drift
It's all that keeps me here; I'm only just treading water
But it's starting to seep in