"It's Thursday, January 12th And This Is The Last Time I'll Talk About Drowning" lyrics

"It's Thursday, January 12th And This Is The Last Time I'll Talk About Drowning"

Phone in my pocket, what a wonderful day
Thinking of something that I should say
But I can't hold you responsible any more

I don't know what I'm thinking
I'm lost now in the thrill of it
But I'm not giving up 'til I am free

Because that's where I'm supposed to be

But I get so lost in the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine
I can feel its weight on my chest
Like I am drowning
Like I am drowning

And I said woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I said woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like I am drowning
Like I am drowning

And I said woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I said woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Like I am drowning
Like I am drowning

But I get so lost in the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine
I can feel its weight on my head
Like I am sleeping
Like I am dreaming


album: "Sleep" (2012)
Flatsound - Sleep album cover
On the Porch of a Home Built in 1943
(Instrumental)
You Know How to Make a Boy Feel Warm
(Instrumental)
You Know How to Make a Man Feel Useless
(Instrumental)
Lillian
(Instrumental)
Consciousness
(Instrumental)
We'll Hope for a Good Day
(Instrumental)