the earth was too hot, the air was too thin
i took off my clothes, i took off my skin
i crawled to the sea that was calling for me
so i could swim
yeah, so i could swim

i was sick of the land, i was sick from the heat
i was sick of the sun and the sky and the trees
over the air that i needed to breathe
when i held with my hands, when i walked with my feet
i took off my clothes, i took off my skin
started shedding my arms to start getting my fins
crawled to the sea that was calling for me
so i could swim, swim the ocean wide
i was only just past the low tide

when i died
my head did swell
i said to myself, “nature sure took her sweet time”
i was already losing my spine

i was sick with horror when my curtain fell
it’s the end of the story i was certain to tell
watching their faces as they pulled me from the sea
feeling for the place i thought my gills would be
busted and wrecked, justly infected
my body beyond repair
had no objections, sir
my only questions were “where do i go?” and
“will i know when i’m there?”
but i really couldn’t say that i cared

when i died
my head did swell
i said to myself
“nature sure took her sweet time”
i was already losing my spine

if life was short
at least it was short