Breathing Room

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Alec Spidalieri

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I don't wanna get dressed
Sometimes I'd rather die
My heart steals all my blood
Out from my body as it tries
To find that middle ground
In our two separate versions of the truth
While my needless anger ages me faster than yours does you
Hiding behind our respective guardian angels
Whilst taking shots across the table
Minimizing risk of feeling something painful
I'll do this self-doubting as long as I'm able
Don't get me wrong, I do everything without thinking first
Make every single situation worse
But at the heart of it all
I've got a simple kind of soul
And so now that I'm here
I don't even care
I just want a new thing and now I'm stuck smelling food and chewing on the air
And I'll take comfort lying back, indulging in these vices
Loving love and living life in constant state of crisis
A six foot body with a ten foot soul
But the simple kind that does whatever it's told
Simultaneously building up and digging itself right into a hole
Forget my dreams, and the problems all but solved
And it's all fun until it's not
I don't have the energy for this
I need a pretty little thought
To keep me going in the darkest times
With my head in the clouds and the sun in my eyes
I've made this place my little personal prison
Don't confuse my actions with altruism
There's ulterior motive in every breath I draw
A mascot for unrequited whatsit called
But time makes fools or ghosts of us all
I want something we can both get trapped in
If we kissed, would your eyes be closed, or open?
Doesn't matter, because it's not gonna happen
Everyone wants to be pretty
In the normal kind of way
And I'm too old to act this young
But too young to feel this way
And all I know is I get motion sickness sailing on these waves
But I'm so clever I just marinate in everything I say
I'd write it down, but my penmanship is so inarticulate
So maybe you should do it
I always liked the way
My name in your handwriting looked anyway

You've heard this one before:
Another first born white guy with a chip on his shoulders
Maybe I'll finally change when I grow up as I get older
It'd all be much easier if there was someone else to blame
But I'm coming up empty, not a thing to my name
Catholic guilt, White Guilt, Survivor's Guilt
Man, I'm just trying to be a good brother
Am I emotionally wiser now, or have I just become number?
Do you feel hurt to have a brain that big, or just feel relief you're not getting dumber?
We learned our love from girls, not women
So maybe it's time they were all forgiven?
Fickle, young and dumb, but we weren't any better man
Still, you'll give us excuses we'd need a degree to understand
The curse of romanticism in an emotional wasteland
And you just can't love someone but rule your house with your hand
But maybe that's our nature? Maybe it's exactly that
Destruction is seductive
Fire a gun, strike a match
And we look to the future while the paint is still good and wet on the past
Journeying blind into thin air
An illusion that doing something, anything, is best
A Band-aid on the bullethole of our casual existential despair
Yet here we are, still depressed
You're misconstruing what I'm doing
If I get murdered, please don't gloat
I won't be around to apologize
I'll have my head in the clouds and the sun in my eyes
But then, the sun in your eyes means your alive
So maybe that's not so bad
And there's really nothing darker in nature than the human mind
Maybe all I really needed was a break from this grind
Same thing every day, same soup, reheated
Economic treading, mental health mistreated
Some new soul to swallow whole
And now as the attitude sours
In that life that we'd built from just a few stolen hours
Because you judged everyone else by their actions
But yourself alone on your intentions
I'm just being honest, though it's uncomfortable to mention
But give me an hour or so to put on the second coat
We're all works in progress without definitive end goals
And you're so clever I just marinate in everything you say
And when I have to be alone, it's the longest hour of the day

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