tucked me in slow breeze deep i'm trying to breathe, but it won't come out and i hope this ain't the way it's supposed to be
pressure on my feet as they drag me out to the sandbar wish i could stand up, but i'm just trying to stay afloat
feel authentic in a way i hadn't in a long time in a way, i was moving faster on the grass than on the pavement oh, my lungs i felt so light through the same route that you took
if i could chase you through the forest would you try to hide or confront me a little angry and misunderstood i would
cause if this is the way that it's supposed to be i didn't sign up to treat people this way if i could reach out with these old, meaty hands and make you feel like you belong around here
everything's an old story if you look far back enough if you say you've heard before, do you think your words mean more than the echoes of the past, shining through glass mirrors locked in late nights with a flashlight phobia towards my space
and i will be right here waiting for some sort of chance at redemption
cause i hear that they like a classic underdog story well, i won't give them any part of me for entertainment purposes only i'd rather run out of air than give it slowly