I feel my ears drowned in haze and the sudsy water stings my eyes.

I count the looming seconds like they're the last of my lives

seventeen, eighteen, twenty

My chest fights back, scared to be empty

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three

A void clings to my lungs, tempting my body to scream

And empty it stays, just as before

With nothing worth the time to forget, or painful enough to reach twenty-four

The drain drinks up the last of my escape and steals the fear from my eyes

Because my head is still underwater, from the whirlpools that flood my mind

The kitchen is empty, like it's been since I lost count

With nobody left to entertain, and no one to ask me why I bother staying around