Respiratory
You can write it, date it, and send it
Someday I'll be there to receive it
But the bookstores are going under because books are a fucking waste of paper.
You're either lonely or you're smothered and one day, it will be one or the other,
So keep it in mind when I call you down the line to tell you that I've learned to breathe again
I've learned to breathe, learned to breathe
You can breathe in, breathe out,
Every breath feels the same and I know theres no one for me to blame except for me and the respiratory, the respiratory