I'm waiting for the music but my record has been scratched, and as I try to stay detached, it only pushes from inside 'til my hinges come unlatched.

I'm erratic in the brain, racked with thoughts tough to tame, as my heart starts to crack, there's no way I'm turning back.

It's the slip of the soul you can't help but expose,I feel you begging for repose; a relief from the blows.

Now you're drowning in woes and you're choking on the lows. Mouth to mouth, take my breath, feel my love for you grow.

As you're gasping, you grasp me and realize that I'm there. Forcing blood through your veins, feeding lungs precious air.


I swear you'll recover just remember with a prayer: Mother Mary, full of grace.... as you swallow your despair.