Drowned - Tim Minchin

Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard

Your love is like throwing myself overboard

A breakdown on a motorway

A heart attack on Christmas day

Like scaling a cliff then falling off

Like trying not to cough

And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down

There’s no point in trying to turn back now

I’m drowned

I’m drowned

Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit

Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute

A letter to the wrong address

Or red wine on a wedding dress

Like broken bones in my playing hand

Like trying to swallow sand

Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down

There’s no point in trying to reach dry ground

I’m drowned

I’m drowned

Your love is like one last breath of salty air

Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere

A wine glass on a concrete floor

The overuse of metaphor

The straight ahead in a sideways glance

Like the misstep in a dance

Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep

I think I’ll just keep swimming down

There’s no point in turning round

I’m drowned

I’m drowned