Lyrics Done Breathing - CEDRON

Done Breathing

It’s raining up the street, above the yellow house made of concrete
A city in sleep, with a mind on repeat, ironically
Nothing is more blinding than a best friends voice stop hearing me
New names made things change and now this couch is often empty
My doors are giving in
With the fear that I have turned my back
My doors are giving in
With my closest friends dressed in black
Chasing everything still beating
Unbroken circles, I’m done breathing
Done breathing
Nothing is more blinding than a best friends voice stop hearing me
A best friends ears stop listening
I’ve had enough, I’m done breathing