I'm holding my breath at night to try and make some sense of this mess
My mind has got holes from knives and problems I am trying to address
Feelings are emboldened lies coating my eyes glazed with distress
Your heart it feels old and wise, something with which I am trying to connect

So don't let me overstep thee
Our pacing keeps me alive
Inject me with things to correct me
I'll always awaken loud and in stride

I'm holding my breath at night in hopes that I can slow down life
To provide me with ample time to sweep away the soot I don't like
Seriousness is seldom found and life can become a big joke
One day you won't laugh or smile Feelings I once easily evoked

No, I'm not getting a feel on these feelings
Wasting my throat like the cold, cold night I wail
Lend me a sail, I can find a way to make movements
Away from cruel land

I'm leaving these things by the door
They have no use for me anymore

They'll grind up with the worms and the waste and the gravel
I'll run past with the wind in my hair
And a new outlook