| I’m breathing like a hurricane, had one too many cigarettes
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| My knees gave out the second time around
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| As this bottle emptied straight into my mouth again
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| I’m really starting to resent the fact that you’re completely sick and gave up
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| fighting for yourself
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| It shows
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| Guess I’ll take the blame once again
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| Just keep scratching at my limbs until I let you in
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| Until I let you suffocate this life right in front of me
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| This chance that I’ve been given
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| Until I let you suffocate this life right in front of me
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| This chance that I’ve been given
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| Breath till we die
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| Scream for the sun, will it ever rise?
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| And when my lungs become cavities of dust, not even death will replace what
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| we’ve lost
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| Please choke me in regret for all the moments that we spent
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| «All alone» seemed so past tense. |
| But now I’m crying out
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| «God please let me go back to where we started out.»
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| I bite my tongue, try not to shout
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| Still, what I’m doing to myself does not deserve forgiveness
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| I’m giving out, I’m giving in
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| I think I’ve finally figured out a way to live, a way to let you in
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| I’m giving out, I’m giving in
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| I think I’ve finally figured out a way to live, a way to let you in
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| Breath till we die
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| Scream for the sun, will it ever rise?
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| And when my lungs become cavities of dust, not even death will replace what
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| we’ve lost
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| A way to live
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| Still, this bottle empties
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| I’m trusting you
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| I’m sorry I am not a better man
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| I’m losing you
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| I’m sorry but I’m doing all I can |