Living On Leftovers

Moving slow these days
Don't know when I'm gonna catch my breath
But it doesn't look like I'm there yet
Weather ain't the way it used to be
Not as far as I can see
No blue skies
Well alright
I'll stay inside

Living on leftovers
Got no time to cook
When you're moving slow
Down the yellow brick road to hell
I gotta catch my breath first

Aching bones these days
Seems like I'm in pain for no reason at all
So might as well draw up some blood
Nothing is the way it was before
Not as far as my heart goes
Where am I?
No surprise
I'm stuck between my ears and behind my eyes

Living on leftovers
Got no time to cook
When you're moving slow
Down the yellow brick road to hell
I gotta catch my breath first

And I don't know why
But it seems like I'm stuck here for the rest of my life
No point in trying to escape
When this is the grave
That the universe made

Living on leftovers
Got no time to cook
When you're moving slow
Down the yellow brick road to hell
I gotta catch my breath
My breath
Catch my breath first



Credits
Writer(s): Cara Lorraine Cirasole
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