Breathe

Lyrics

Breathe We just wanna breathe [Verse 1] Dear God, we can't breathe It must have been your sick idea to allow us to dream What we've dreamt and what we've found is thus far… We can't be one, only meant to gaze at the stars God, we can't breathe, could you let us vomit? If only our air supply wasn't cut off by the tail of this comet, we could live our lives and be who we want to, and not have all these expectations to succumb to We wanna breathe but our help is another animal Since when did suicide become so fashionable? It's like every time we look up, there's something else We say we tryna find it but don't know if we can face ourselves We just wanna breathe and leave this ditch that we dug If only we woulda known it takes hate to create love Can the pen rescue us or is it just a crutch, that we use to substitute for your touch? We just wanna breathe and be the kids that never grew up Irresponsible, only worries He-Man and Tonka trucks We're here because our gifts can't blossom without permission Give us one more chance, we promise we'll listen [Refrain] We just wanna breathe We just wanna breathe Can we breathe? We just wanna breathe Just let us [Verse 2] Breathe without consequence or accountability This tempo has no foundation, only the appearance of stability Everyone wants us to give but there's nothing left It seems our self-esteem is inching closer to death We need to breathe but for some reason we can't Were we to blame? Were we cursed at birth when we were given our names? Because Thinking with our own minds has led us to this paper Somebody needs to take the lead but we're scared to ask our maker Can we breathe? The answer's there but we can't find it Seems that we're content walking this road blinded For some strange reason, it's like we're lost with purpose like Someday this path will reveal that we're not worthless If only to breathe, we'd see the calling on our lives And wake from this nightmare and find the heart to fight We slit our wrist for the last time to find meaning And this being is just a drum that we're desperately beating Are we supposed to breathe? Because our lungs feel inoperative and helpless 'cause sometimes we wanna be selfish You can't walk if you don't have the legs to stand on And you can't attempt to be humble if you're headstrong We wanna breathe but for some reason we can't They tell us to talk to God, but we don't know where you're at Will we feel any better if we start believing? I don't know, but I know we'll feel better if we can start breathing