Don't cut the line.

I'm not a fish,

and I know we're not fine,

I'm doing what I can,

Please don't cut the line.

You've gone fishing for love,

and got yourself quite the catch,

And I know Your struggling,

Don't cut the line, don't let go yet.

We try to make it work,

but in the end only hurt,

and I feel like theres no since in words,

as I speak with gills, and you listen with ears.

I cant breathe when you take me,

Out of my haven, and into your Air.

But I go there because Im okay with death,

as long as I'm with you when it comes.

But lets make this work,

I know we can try,

You get a gill, I get a lung

and our love will never die.