I'm not convinced I'm a mistake
Floating through life, isn't it great?
But she disagrees, she thinks I'm a fraud
Lapping it up, I feed on applause
Wasting the days, sucking my thumb
Sleeping around, nothing gets done
But it's a disease I cannot afford to shake
Where haven't I been?
Isn't it great?
It's passion underwater
Like burning underwater
The movement of the ocean is tired of the water
It's passion
