Lungs That Try To Breathe Songtext

I stay at home all by myself, I don't think of no one else. It's what you told me on the phone, that "you'd always be alone, you're always alone, alone and sad, and depressed."

I hurt the ones I like the best. I'm losing more ground every day. I can't remember things I say or things I do to you. But you always pull me through. Through the mess. Pull me through the mess.



I wish I didn't have any skin. I wish didn't have any ears or eyes. Or hands that shake to wave goodbye. Head thinks everything that lives must die. Lungs that try to breathe but only ever wheeze. (sigh)