Beauty of Breathing

One, two, three, four
Hey, hey

Sometimes I wanna take the car out on the road
And flip it into park and smash myself into a million little pieces
I'm tired of knowing what about myself is wrong
But never mustering up the resolve to really try to change it

Walk outside and people say, "Hey"
And sometimes I just wanna say
"Hey, go away, go away"
So I guess I better stay inside

I've read that if you just sit in a chair and think
Of focusing your nervous energy on the beauty of breathing
You could live a life of real tranquility
But I just thought of every stupid thing
That's been keeping me from sleeping

I close my eyes and it won't go away
I plug my ears, but they're ringing out
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

It keeps, keeps me from believing
That maybe someday the thing will work
Maybe I won't feel like a jerk
And maybe the words I say will stop coming out weighted
Maybe someday I'll wanna breathe
And maybe the people that I meet

Won't lead to a certain future where I'm betrayed, yeah
I'm so jaded, yeah
I'm so jaded, yeah
And that, that's why I'm so fucking sad