Was I tearing at the seams
The south is full of faded dreams
When a newborn baby breathes
Its first breath
The air is never clean
It’s never clean
But it’s breathing
Sleeping in and late talking
Tear my insides apart and start over
Lungs burning like fire
In a waiting room
So plastic
See myself in a pill and swallow
Melt the eyes of a child
Am I a leaner
A day or night dreamer
Began a sequence
The meaning was deeper and frequent
Now it’s shallow
But not sinking
Sleeping in and late talking
Tear my insides apart and start over
Lungs burning like fire
In a waiting room
So plastic
See myself in a pill and swallow
Melt the eyes of a child
When a new born baby breathes
It’s first breath, the air is never clean
It’s never clean, but it’s breathing
In a waiting room
So plastic
See myself in a pill and swallow
Melt the eyes of a child