the she apparatus.

lies composed in your mind,
written down on paper,
sealed with a plastic kiss.
i never once questioned you
or anything you said.
but now i wonder,
if i'm going under,
while you've still got your head?

cause i'm underwater,
but you're still breathing.

maybe its the apparatus
that you have around your neck.
is she the thing
that keepes you going,
while all this time
i thought it was me?
i keep falling backwards,
but you just stay ahead.

cause i'm underwater,
but you're still breathing.