Dead Slate Pacific

at my low point I went to a professional he asked me some questions sent me to a doctor there's a moment there, when you're under a doctor's care when you're safe and hopeful punched in the code ran up the stairwell he asked more questions gave me celexa that's when I really knew the only thing standing between me and that long rope over a carpenter's beam was you I went off the pills bought my ticket I used to think there was nothing between us just 6,000 miles of the dead, slate pacific but on that united flight in a white hot panic I sank to the bottom of the sea my countless horrible creatures complicated undersea secrets if I didn't go diving there with a spear gun, knife and flare how would I ever make it through that's when I really knew the only thing standing between me and that long rope hung on a carpenter's beam was you