Hands were shaking, I was scared to death
Skin was clammy, I was short of breath
Shirt smelled like all my regrets
Shouldn´t have had that seventh cigarette
It´s a job seven days a week

To make things harder than they have to be
Makin´ drama, my new nicotine
Sick and tired of this old routine

It´s another joke that I don´t get
I´m a deep sea diver holdin´ my breath
But it´s plain to see if you know me
I´m a deep sea diver and I´m in too deep

Met a kid down in Bowling Green
Of course he tried to sell me ketamine
Didn´t tell him it was not my scene
And promised him I´d try it next week
Why are we scared to say what´s on our mind
Fear of rejection or some selfish pride?
Make things harder than they have to be
Easier said than done for me
It´s another joke that I don´t get

I´m a deep sea diver holdin´ my breath
But it´s plain to see if you know me
I´m a deep sea diver and I´m in too deep

It´s another joke that I don´t get
I´m a deep sea diver, don´t know how to swim
But it´s plain to see if you know me
I´m a deep sea diver and I´m in too deep