Sprained Ankle

[Verse]

Wish I could write songs about anything other than death

But I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths

Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome

Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs

Spilling my guts, sweat on the microphone

Breaking my voice whenever I'm alone with you

Can't talk, "Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?"

Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?

A sprinter learning to wait

A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained

[Refrain]

A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained