I'm Not Guilty, But I'm Used To It - Look Mexico

Pour me another drink, won’t you please

'Cause I’m here and there’s nothing else to look for

I can read and I can breathe

And my cup is half a quart more full than you

It’s so easy, yeah, so simple

To let someone fill your grave up with sand

With your arms still and your lips dry

What would you give to live a life under the sea?

I’ll call it.

It’s raining anyway

Just promise that you’ll never do it again

I guess the question is, 'How long do I struggle for air?'

Not, 'Why do I want it more as I’m getting pulled down?'