Fish Won't Eat

Please say a prayer, my fish won’t eat
She lays on the bottom and just stares at me
I’m less afraid that she will die
Than be a representation of my life
Her water’s warm, her tank is clean
Got two fish and a snail, good company
Couple live plants, pH is right
Doesn’t get scared when there’s fireworks or the train goes by
And all summer I wanted to die
I would tap on her glass, some sort of morse code for
«Why are we living like royalty, the charmed life, the dream
But here I’m drawing a noose and you won’t fucking eat?
Talk to me…»