I called in sick to wash my feet in the Atlantic saltwater. I'm a real cold sitter, I'm a real go-getter it seems. My God, I've never been so happy. I could feel the black water of the sea crawling up my sleeves. I was the only person in the world not apologizing for a thing. Just a light head, and a shiny metal hook in my mouth. I could have died and been dragged for miles on the bottom of the ocean. I was free. And I don't know why, it's easier to cry than hold strong and be brave. And I don't know why that summer ever ended. They all gave you names, made you feel awful. It was your weak wrists and your delicate knees that made you feel so down and out. Then you played doctor on yourself, tried to be magazine beautiful. You climbed out your window late at night. You grew a pair of wings and flew over my neighbors house, and I don't think you are coming back but some days I see you. And I don't know why, it's easier to cry than hold strong and be brave. And I don't know why the Devil takes their lives but leaves their faces, like a movie in my head I’d like to stop