The song describes the relationship between a son and his other relationships as he reflects upon the death of his mother.
In a small club in Bangkok
I inhale the smoke
A million ways to choke out
What I've just been told
You said she died in peace
Just a moment, gone in her sleep
Now that my mother's passed
I guess I don't have the need
For oxygen
I release the smoke from my lungs
And I cry
I didn't get goodbye
And I realize
I must've let you down
I don't deserve to be your son
I don't deserve to be anyone
Oh, oxygen
I release this smoke from my lungs
And I cry
I didn't get goodbye
Oh, oxygen
I release the air from my lungs
And I cry
I didn't get goodbye
Looking out the window
Of the thirtieth story floor
I try to reach your phone
I know you're not at home
Still the smoke's in her eyes
She tries to remember her life
But she keeps losing sight
Of the love she left behind
And I can't breathe
When she's standing next to me
And I realize
The depth of what this means
Oh, oxygen
And I realize
I didn't get goodbye
Oh, oxygen
And I realize
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get goodbye
I didn't get
Oxygen was written by Trey Brockman.
Oxygen was produced by TJ Steinwart & Trey Brockman.