I’ve been breathing When I’m supposed to And keeping it held When I get close to Figuring out What it means To breathe in
And out I leave through A red door Into the rain To find some piece Of mind floating In a puddle Next to a fry Box from Burger king
If I pick it up And put it back In my head It’ll be wet And that’s fine I suppose
Irene still feels So close, She’s still in her Mill floating Through life On a death-raft Of pills
But I can’t stress her I know she doesn’t need Another stressor I know she spent Her last dollar on rent
It’s cheap but So was the asbestos In 1917 So I guess its a trade off
I take off my walking shoes And trade off for a bike And splash through Puddles on my Way to find the Northwest passage In North Providence And I’m controlling my breathing
Or my breathing Is controlling me Either way I can’t Really see Cuz it’s dark It’s raining And I left my Glasses next to My mind so They wouldn’t get Wet and make it Hard to see
It can’t be that hard to see Why can’t the girl With the book On break Simply look Past the Ebt and ***** sheets And see the dirt Within me? She’s seen Isaac Proclaim How much beauty There is In dirt
And I guess I’m the same But I guess This is best Since I’ll only Hurt or be hurt As we learn and Forget Each other’s Names.