Lyrics: Haiden Henderson/Arthur Baird Fowler VI/Benny Mayne/David Schaemann
Music: Haiden Henderson/Arthur Baird Fowler VI/Benny Mayne/David Schaemann
Why can't I shut up?
I swear I know how to listen
I never sweat this much
Might call my family physician
I think it's serious
This bellyache is a death threat
But you make me curious
One step and I'm out of my depth
Why can I not breathe when we're together?
This feeling's new to me
Could've warned me not to play in the deep end
Before we spent time in your bed not sleeping
It's sinking in the more you speak
And I can't stop it
I think I'm in over my head with these feelings
I'm in the deep end
I'm tied to your tongue
Got nerves like I'm back in eighth grade
You call me "fresh blood"
But your wordplay feels like foreplay
My blood's on your knife, whose fault is it?
Either way, it's fine
You could've warned me not to play in the deep end
Before we spent time in your bed not sleeping
It's sinking in the more you speak
And I can't stop it
I think I'm in over my head with these feelings
I'm in the deep end
(Oh) I can't believe it
(Oh) I'm in the deep end
It's kinda scary, just wanna dip my feet in
But now I guess I'm diving in headfirst
Could've warned me not to play in the deep end
Before we spent time in your bed not sleeping
It's sinking in the more you speak
And I can't stop it
I think I'm in over my head with these feelings
I'm in the deep end
(Oh) I can't believe it
(Oh) I'm in the deep end