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
Its never clean
But its 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 its 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
Its first breath, the air is never clean
Its never clean, but its breathing

In a waiting room
So plastic
See myself in a pill and swallow
Melt the eyes of a child