Breathe In

Been left with half a lung

It's been turbulent it's been fun

While I was spinning oh you were spilling your

Toys out of the pram

Had my ear to the ground

I've been nervous you've been proud

You don't like the crowds

I don't either but I'll occasionally admit

Finding comfort in the dead

When the living won't sleep

It's too hard to rest

With a mind that wants to just speak and just speak

Take from the poor

Give to the meek

Start a new war

Hear the march of hearts beating

I can't seem to breathe in

Time to get up time to run

Your hand's twisted on the gun

Flick a wrist or just hope you miss and say

Goodbye my son

I'll find comfort in the dead

When the living won't sleep

It's too hard to rest

With a mind that wants to just speak and just speak

Take from the poor

Give to the meek

Start a new war

Hear the march of hearts beating

I can't seem to breathe in