Lyrics Breathe - Murdock, Goldi Phone Home

Breathe

Momma never said something so truthful as
Holding me crying saying «This too shall pass»
Words were fuel to put me back on a useful track
Repeat them to myself every brutal attack
The only problem is I feel that I move too fast
Stressin' over how long my youth will last
Now I miss them simple days where I would just pray away and my problems were
all solved at communal mass
As a baby I was baptized, till I capsized, felt that all my life I was living
under fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me
right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me to school
Classes started getting boring so I would just act a fool
I’d make the whole class laugh, problems then were minuscule
Now I’m waking up hungover in the late afternoon
The problem is this solemn kid couldn’t handle a full blown subconsciousness
And now I feel impoverished and exhausted because the thought of being social
is monstrous
Now I’m overly cautious and I just agree
Every single girl is flawless and out of my league
Chained down by being nauseous when I used to be free, but at the end of the
day, I just wanna be me but
Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find
My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind
These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind
Stressing over stupid shit I probably didn’t say last night
Momma never said something so truthful as
Holding me crying saying «This too shall pass»
Words were fuel to put me back on a useful track
Repeat them to myself every brutal attack
Now I’m 23 years old and I’m face to face
With this grown me so I stand and contemplate
Staring in the mirror all day and just debate, now that I’m an adult was it
worth the wait?
I got no clue what I’m doing this generation is losing their goddamn minds when
they graduating from schooling
Examinating my ruins, they asking me how I’m doing
I say I can’t complain, this migraine keeps on pursuing
Tourette’s is on fire, stress has got me in a chokehold
Turning down opportunities just by the boatload
Ditching auditions, positions switching, I’m the joke yo
I got my own ambitions, I don’t want to go broke though
Persona’s in remission, who I was when I was young
He has been laid to rest from always biting his tongue
I repeat these mantras back when I’m feeling high strung
Breathing in to rediscover my voice through my lungs but
Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find
My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind
These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind
Stressing over stupid shit I probably didn’t say last night
The time is now…
I am in control…
Unconditional Love…
Om…
Meditation slips me into my mind it’s all fine
Anxiety declines, full thoughts they align
At peace with myself I feel so divine but why does the me that shine have to be
so confined?
We all have a voice that deserves to be heard
Expectations of oneself can make these words blurred
Ideas differed, dismissed as absurd, thinking everyone hates you no proof,
just inferred
I love my goddamn self, I wanna shout it from the rooftops
Give back to my community and bring from the boondocks
Have us come together, no more drama with the blue cops
The only thing shooting through the night is the moonrocks
So blast your boombox cause I’ve got so much to say
I’ve got albums to drop and mistakes to make
I’ve got hearts to break and I’ve got love to give
I guess what I’m saying is I just gotta live and I’m gonna
Cause this too shall pass
But until then…
Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find
My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind
These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind
Stressing over stupid shit I didn’t even say last night