Deep Sea Diver - Briston Maroney

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?

Throw a projection of 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