Hi! Yay to a second fic! This is a oneshot songfic to Tim Minchin's Drowned (Acoustic) from the film Two Fists One Heart (I haven't seen it, but I love this song!) So... enjoy!
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
It's funny when I look back and see that it's been a year already.
It's been a year since I stopped going out.
It's been a year since I quit keeping up with fashion.
It's been a year since I threw out all my makeup.
It's been a year since I stopped styling my hair.
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
It's been a year since I gave up on my job.
It's been a year since I chucked my drinking habit.
It's been a year since I decided time doesn't make sense.
It's been a year since I felt myself lose hope.
I'm drowned
I'm drowned
It's been a year since I tried to kill myself.
It's been a year since I sat in the bathtub, cut my hair, shaved the stubble and took the razor to my wrists.
It's been a year since I experienced that panic. Since I shouted for help. Since I realised my mistake.
Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit
Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute
A letter sent to the wrong address
Or red wine on a wedding dress
Like broken bones in my playing hand
Like trying to swallow sand
It's been a year since I stopped eating.
It's been a year since I felt complete. I don't know if that's because of the lack of food or because of the lack of something else.
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
It's been a year since he left me.
It's been a year since he packed up Stationary Village and walked out of that door.
It's been a year since I decided I hated him. No, I loved him. No, I hated him.
I'm drowned
I'm drowned
It's been a year since I saw his face.
It's been a year since I cared.
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
I don't care any more. I know that I don't care. I want to know that I don't care. But I do care.
I haven't eaten in months. I feel weak, and I know it's wrong, but he made me feel so pathetic. I can't be bothered any more.
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 know I look a mess. Does it matter? When I'm stood on a bridge?
I stare down at the water. It doesn't care. I want to feel like the water.
I jump.
I'm drowned
My name is Vince Noir. It's been a year since my heart broke.
I'm drowned