Breathing Room
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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