The way you carry yourself through the room You won't born to drag no broom We smoked the last cigarette i closed my eyes and took in your breath
Give yourself a minute to catch your breath
It's your turn to roll the ball Pinch your breath right behind the child We smoked the last cigarette i closed my eyes and took in your breath
Give yourself a minute to catch your breath Give yourself a minute to catch your breath Give yourself a minute figure out what matters
All of your friends are now ghosts On the last road to go before we grow They'll be lonely outside They will run They associate And they went both ways