Breathe

03:39
Michael Braunfeld
2019
Michael Braunfeld

Lyrics

Look at you in your ripped-up jeans

Your wife beater and your nicotine

You thought of nearly everything

To be the man that you believe

 

Black boots and slicked-back hair

A young rebel too cool to care

In war and words everything’s fair

And you wear it on your sleeve

 

Everything about you is so matter of fact

So serious you’re a heart attack

Always moving forward never looking back

Cause you can’t comprehend

What’s coming next

What’s coming next

 

Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can

Trying to set the world on fire again

Every single night is your last stand

And you can’t even bear to breathe

 

Hey there Mister Gloom and Doom

Getting high in the afternoon

And X-rated in the green room

With a girl you hardly know

 

You think that you’re the next Van Zandt

All the girls really love your band

But the men think you’re just a pissant

Even after they’ve seen the show

 

And maybe you believe ‘em and maybe you don’t

Only time will tell if you will or you won’t

You feel something stirring in your blood and your bones

But you can’t comprehend

What’s coming next

What’s coming next

 

Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can

Trying to set the world on fire again

Every single night is your last stand

And you can’t even bear to breathe

 

It’s so easy to be you

There ain’t a damn thing else that you can do

 

Storing up your dreams in a gasoline can

Trying to set the world on fire again

Every single night is your last stand

And you can’t even bear to breathe

 

No you can’t even bear to breathe