I ...
Can't breathe....
It feels like the world is closing in on me
So I jog at the junkyard to release the stress
Inhaling trash to remind me of life the inside joke
I trip over some items and fall face first on a lamp
I pick up the lamp and rub it immediately
No Genie, no such luck
I laugh
Brush off my pants
And I think about the good old days
The days before freedom from the nut sac
The days I swam with millions
The days I never spoke a word
Life was easy
Life was ...
I...
Can't breathe...
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
I ...
Can't breathe....
It feels like the world is closing in on me
So I jog at the junkyard to release the stress
Inhaling trash to remind me of life the inside joke
I trip over some items and fall face first on a lamp
I pick up the lamp and rub it immediately
No Genie, no such luck
I laugh
Brush off my pants
And I think about the good old days
The days before freedom from the nut sac
The days I swam with millions
The days I never spoke a word
Life was easy
Life was ...
I...
Can't breathe...
