Breakfast

Living in the dust
But mama made us breakfast
Maybe I can tell her about your sins
Drowning at this place
At least we got what matters
Now I have to find a grave for me

My room turning into smoke
The walls are willing to spoke
Right now I'm getting so close
I don't know what else is coming
The floor is beginning to see
My skin is feeling so sick
At least we know that we never get older

Someday we'll be inside of church
Instead of playing with drugs
It's time to get outside
Just sell your home
And get some money
My bed has a lack of use
It makes my eyebags confused
I spent the night thinking
If you are coming

Living in the dust
But mama made us breakfast
Maybe I can tell her about your sins
Drowning at this place
At least we got what matters
Now I have to find a grave for me

Let's see how kids go outside
They cant paint walls but they try
Sometimes I settle down and I can feel
The dogs are running
The street keeps turning so grey
It seems a nice place to stay
It's been a while since we've been forgotten

Living in the dust
But mama made us breakfast
Maybe I can tell her about your sins
Drowning at this place
At least we got what matters
Now I have to find a grave for me

Living in the dust
But mama made us breakfast
Maybe I can tell her about your sins
Drowning at this place
At least we got what matters
Now I have to find a grave for me

Living in the dust
But mama made us breakfast
Maybe I can tell her about your sins
Drowning at this place
At least we got what matters
Now I have to find a grave for me



Credits
Writer(s): Gibran Martínez
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