Well I should probably be
Drug out to sea
Where I can't hurt no one
And no one can hurt me
At least I'd be free
And probably I'd see
What caused me to be so detached completely
Jumpin' rope
Through a thick cloud of smoke
Fumblin' through all of the letters and the notes
The ones that you wrote
Do they keep me afloat
Or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope
... probably both