Breathe with your head
Brain cells are dead
Enlighten me with stories
You never lived
My neighbor’s hanging from a tight rope
I help him to stand up, he stays afloat
I’m curled up with guilt, I’m clearing my throat
Selling perfected happiness in the cold
I’m a product of you and him
I’m the product of every sin
Outside my window, I hear a couple laugh
Drunk, muddled footsteps, I know they can’t last
But they die for the moment
They chase as they’re broken
We found the root of the cause
Apologies are unspoken
We’re a product of you and him
We’re the product of every sin
Outside my window, I hear some children play
How fortunate they are to mindlessly escape
So breathe with your head
Brain cells are dead
Enlighten me with gracious acts
You never did
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