it's too nice to breathe
and I was feeling dirty till now
now witness me silent
now I've got over thirty
good reasons to live
it's too nice to breathe
no longer I'm embarrassed
to have lungs like these
in fall the sky is dark
as summer's urges soon submerge
but beautiful to see
is your reflection on me
is your reflection on me
there's a spark in the air
the oxygen is burning
but we are safe
returning from work
you know the names of every streetlight
by your mother's driveway
it's too nice to breathe
I know you're sick of the same skyline
and hate the evergreens
but someday they will fall
as their base is choked
by frightening worms
whose blind organs can see
your reflection on me
your reflection on me
a glow is cast orange
on every single taxi
no one will ride
and when I am weary
the statue will ungrip me
and the leaves will die
it's too nice to breathe
I'm freer than the living
if that's what they're called
it's too nice to breathe