Swan Dive
P.E. Lyrics

I climb, hand over hand, closing my eyes
Slowly and cautiously progressing, too terrified to risk a glance downwards

Too scared to look down
Too petrified of the consequences to dare glance at the potential danger beneath my feet

Putting distance between I and I and the ground
Gradually distancing myself from the ground below as I ascend with each passing moment

I get to the top I stand on the edge I look to the sky, and say all my prayers
Reaching the summit, I stand at the brink, gazing up to the heavens and humbly beseeching any higher powers

What could be better than a swan dive into the asphalt I don't know, nothing can be better than a swan dive into the asphalt
Sarcastically imagining no more fitting end than hurling oneself headfirst into the unforgiving pavement, with nothing to exceed that level of hopelessness

You should ask somebody, 'Cause I've got nothing to lose tonight I misplaced my life tonight, chased all my friends away tonight
Expressing apathy towards consultation since there is nothing to lose, having carelessly thrown away everything worthwhile including all companionship

I don't say the right things I don't look the right way That's just not me I listen to my music too loud, a watch too much damn TV
Admitting to deviating from any perceived norms of politeness and appearance, such divergence being intrinsic to the singer's identity, whilst listing some of their possible intrinsic behaviours

Tell me, who can control the flood? No one
Reflecting on the uncontrollable turbulence of life, specifically the dire situations that cannot be prevented

Where are the angels? Nowhere
Pondering the absence of any divine or benevolent entities that might mitigate human sorrow or adversity

Where's the compassion? Nowhere
Ruminating on the scarcity of kindness or sympathy, both within oneself and in the world at large

Who knows the truth? No one
Highlighting the possibility that there is no objectively discernible truth, at least none that can be agreed upon

Who will believe in me? No one
Being fraught with despair and loneliness to the point that it feels like there isn't anyone who will recognise or appreciate the artist's existence or worth

Who will stand by me? No one
Withdrawing into overwhelming despondency when there seems to be no one to offer fellowship or support

Who will fly with me? No one
Encountering a pervasive sense of isolation so severe that it seems there is no one left to accompany me on even metaphorical flights of fancy

There's nothing left for me.
Describing a sentiment of absolute futility, in which there are no actions or goals that seem worth pursuing, and no solace or hope upon which to cling.