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

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