Briston Maroney - Deep Sea Diver

Hands were shaking, I was scared to death
Skin was clammy, I was short of breath
Shirt smelled like all my regrets
Shouldn't have had that seventh cigarette
It's a job seven days a week
To make things harder than they have to be
Makin' drama, my new nicotine
Sick and tired of this old routine

It's another joke that I don't get
I'm a deep sea diver holdin' my breath
But it's plain to see if you know me
I'm a deep sea diver and I'm in too deep

Met a kid down in Bowling Green
Of course he tried to sell me ketamine
Didn't tell him it was not my scene
And promised him I'd try it next week
Why are we scared to say what's on our mind
Fear of rejection or some selfish pride?
Make things harder than they have to be
Easier said than done for me

It's another joke that I don't get
I'm a deep sea diver holdin' my breath
But it's plain to see if you know me
I'm a deep sea diver and I'm in too deep

It's another joke that I don't get
I'm a deep sea diver, don't know how to swim
But it's plain to see if you know me
I'm a deep sea diver and I'm in too deep