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,
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