Текст песни Sprained Ankle

Wish I could write songs about anything other than death I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breath Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome Each one a lead weight hanging between my lung Spilling my guts Sweat on a microphone breaking my voice Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk Isn't this weather nice? Sure you're okay? Should I go somewhere else and hide my face? Sprinter, learning to wait Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained