Oscar,
I can hear Oscar sleeping
somewhere in the dark
a spot on the carpet's breathing
an awful ******* sound
there he lies
looking like the poster boy
for fetal alcohol syndrome

Breathe through it, Edward

Julian,
I know he's around here somewhere
haven't seen him since
he cleared out my sock drawer
he'll get laid
on the strength of my story
it really does make me sick

Breathe through it, Edward

The truth is I could ****
Everyone of you *******,
but I don't want to see your face
when I get to hell

So breathe through it, Edward