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For Once Could I Ever Breathe, Damn.

Breathe and breathe and breathe for me I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you This world This life The love and happiness All in your eyes Breathe and breathe and breathe for the best of things Breathe and breathe just breathe for me Read and read and read its right Think and think keeps me up all night The words that push and push with every sight I’m going blind from the thought… alright. So breathe and breathe and breathe for me We know I sure as hell cant do it decently I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you I can’t get enough of this green Sight all filled with blue Open my eyes- open to you… Just another night, no sleep in slight Bad rhyming pisses me off But this music is soothing And I get so inspired thinking of life Breathing is so hard Holding me back To many people around Only two can share solitude happily In the best of company How the cool air rest upon my skin Delicate and white never known what sun is Soothing, breath is still missing From my lungs only retrievable from love… But that is far, now close enough for now All there is, is hope But hope is held in God, if you believe in him What a lie of course you do I see it you just need to speak it. Maybe think about the breathing for once. Easy to forget when its not a loved one. Yes I did that and yes I did this. But I did it cause I obsess just a little bit. I don’t care just move out of the way, Please pilot, I’m done with the west, fly east for me. I wanna see the stars that you can never see in New York City I wanna be in the limits of the devils play ground With you holding one hand Jesus gripping the next Who cares if I sound crazy? Every great artist had their thing I can admit I’m rambling With incompatible ridiculousness But it’s true to say, I can’t breathe today When I can never breathe Can’t breathe until this life grants me with a touch And the damn tree’s will always be Fuck Iowa. It’s only in between.
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Jun 30, 2010
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