Moss Tongue - Heaven, You're Almost Here

Air to Breathe

Following through with every excuse I make
I'm such a flake
When I'm forfeiting to the pulse of my head quake
Give me a break

In the dark I sit inside
Robbed of a normal life

Crawling on the floor praying for an escape
I'm so fake
When I'm wasting my time on everything I hate
I'm such a snake

In the dark I sit inside
Robbed of a normal life

Am I troubled? What is haunting me?
A spectacle of shaken skull, throbbing full of thin veins
Screaming for some air to breathe
Is it hopeless? Am I damned to this?
I want to wake up without a fucking headache one day
Open the blinds, let the light bleed into me

Following with every excuse I make
Following through with every excuse I make
I'm such a flake

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Writer(s): Brian Carpenter
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