Always. Always, always, always
We breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation
Something always seems to make its way in
And I end up looking paranoid
I call 'em out, you can call 'em out
See if they listen
They never do
Something always seems to make its way in
Bad case of day dreams
I do not mind
I will pick from the tree of life all day
Everyday
I just need to take a breath and realize that I have got a very big problem
Chapped lips unhinge
I'm losin' my friends
I need a break from living older