(One, two, one) ♪ 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 Making drama, my new nicotine Sick and tired of this old routine It's enough, the joke, that I don't get I'm a deep-sea diver, holding 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 minds? Through a rejection and some selfish pride Make things harder than they have to be Easier said than done for me It's enough, the joke, that I, don't get I'm a deep sea-diver, holding 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 enough, the 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