Breathing Through

Can I pull this from the air? Do I have the strength to fight?
Or will I hold my tongue till it passes through the long and balmy night?
And a mother sets the table, cleans the dishes with her hands
Passed down through the poking and the prodding
And the "don't let this get in the way of your plans"

Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through

Can I hope for the something more? Can I hope for something real?
Standing tall in the backyard, praying to my trees for somеthing to feel
And I hear him pulling up, I hear the door slammеd in
The slow whistle of his cigarette and all I want is to peel the paint from his skin

Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through

And I Can't let it go, can't let it go
This is the last time I'll feel it there
Can't let it go, because I know
Even if I shut my blinds he's still out there
Still out there

Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
And forget the me and the you