Swimming in Concrete

What if I just give up and bury my head?
I can’t stop saying things that have already been said.
Don’t look back, but don’t look too far ahead.
Pushing myself to make it count before I fall off the edge.

Swimming in concrete and choking on air.
I just can’t seem to make myself care.

I can’t stop shutting up; I always say too much.
I can’t stop pouring salt into my own cut.
I can’t stop wondering who’s trying their hardest to put up with me.
I can’t stop blaming myself for seeing things that I cannot be.

Swimming in concrete and choking on air.
I just can’t seem to make myself care.