Ding Dong Ditch
She lives her life like no one’s watching,
Holds her head like water in her palms.
She races raindrops ‘cross the windshield,
She sees the music in the fog.
She’s singing softly in the shower,
She’s drawing faces in the mirror.
Her own reflection’s out of focus,
Her own direction still unclear.

Pull me under, hold me down,
I won’t fight you, I won’t drown,
I won’t drown

Opportunity didn’t knock, it played ding dong ditch.
I caught it runnin round the corner screaming life’s a bitch
I said yeah you might be right but she’s a helluva lot cooler than death,
So I’ll take the best of the two and do what I do with what I got left,
I crossed my t’s, dotted my I’s and all my lower case j’s,
Went over the page a couple times before I sent the resume,
Minimum wage, nine to five, shit, I gotta survive,
at least two days outta seven I stay truly alive,
I’m spread like too little butter over too much bread,
I get like pour me another just to clear my head,
There’s been too little heard, there’s been too much said,
And I’m burdened by the words to fill the room in my bed
Now its reminding me most of that night in your Saab
We were winding up the coast and getting lost in the fog
And it was me and it was you and we were surrounded by gray,
But we knew that everything was okay,
Now I stand knee deep in red flags, coping and hoping,
I can find out whether this emptiness is a hole or an opening,
And whether happiness is more than serotonin and dopamine,
I stare at the phone hopefully, cuz I could sure use a dose you see,
It’s hard to answer questions that I don’t understand,
Like did I need a hand to hold or did I need to hold her hand,
Shit I guess this life would just be boring and damned
If every story went according to plan.

Pull me under, hold me down,
I won’t fight you, I won’t drown,
Hold me closer, breathe me in,
Will this anchor learn to swim?

So taken by her words that I could carve them with my nails in the stone,
And somehow that fleeting courage could come bursting through the shackles of the snow,
And this inebriating distance is just haunting all the love we used to know,
Like a not-so-distant friend that we misplaced like ballpoint pens among the clones


Pull me under, hold me down
I won’t fight you, I won’t drown,
Hold me closer, breathe me in,
Will this anchor learn to swim?
Will this anchor learn to swim?
Learn to swim, Learn to swim