My best friend, he told me,
That when he kisses his girlfriend,
Its hard for him to breathe,
It's the good kind of drowning.
And I know what he means.
Because I had that once,
With a boy who probably forgot my name.
And It saddens me,
The more people I kiss,
The closer to shore I get.
And maybe there's only one person,
That can make you feel like you're drowning,
And for me,
My person is gone.