Breathe

I feel it, the skin cracking, like a bad habit, The dust settling into my breath, And the static that burns deep in my head, The world closes in, it's pressing, it's bent— A kaleidoscope of voices I can’t outrun, Echoes like footsteps in a house I don't remember leaving. I dream of waking up normal, But I'm watching myself like a stranger, Hands forgetting they belong to me— They itch, they peel, they claw to be free. But we can’t run from skin, no, We’re stuck, born here, chained to it, Sometimes I think I’m already dead— A phantom, just waiting for the world to quit. And I bleed, yeah, I bleed. The blood runs cold like winter water, I wait for the thaw, wait for the feeling, But everything’s hollow, like the world is retreating. And you? You don’t know what it’s like, To sit in the corner of your mind, While the walls collapse, and the mirror forgets who’s inside. This isn’t survival, Its decay wrapped in a smile, But still, I’ll wait, and I’ll bleed, Maybe, maybe I’ll wake up and breathe. But we can’t run from skin, no, We’re stuck, born here, chained to it, Sometimes I think I’m already dead— A phantom, just waiting for the world to quit. And I bleed, yeah, I bleed. I wait for the thaw, I wait for the thaw, For something to feel like it should, I wait for the thaw, I wait for the thaw, But nothing ever feels like it should. But I bleed, yeah, I bleed, Maybe I’ll wake up, maybe I’ll wake up.