The Subsequent Decline Of Breathable Air Lyrics

Don't squint your eyes

Don't look too far behind

It's hiding in your eyelashes

Blind shut shadow back lit

Wind kiss makes my lips split

A reminder I haven't let the dog back in yet

I really must do that he must be getting quite chilly out there

The boiler is broken again so I light a campfire in the kitchen

Someone is not going to be happy about that

I stare at the dishes and realise that they're getting out of hand again

A midnight handshake, and the uncomfortable feeling of what might be in the back pocket of the rucksack

Or the apple that fell down the back of the bed

Feet sink into the concrete

Still wet

Not cool

I know, I know, I know

You've been trying to meet me

You've been trying to find me

You've been trying to hunt me

I just don't have the time

You've been trying to kiss me

You've been trying to spite me

You've been trying to love me

I just don't have the spine

You've been trying to meet me

You've been trying find me

You've been trying to hunt me

I just don't have the time

You've been trying to kiss me

You've been trying to spite me

You've been trying to love me

I just don't have the

Sticking the knife to the fire alarm becomes a mildly comforting morning routine

As the days stack up the nights are filled with a familiar hum

It's a nice distraction from the rapidly increasing altitude of the shepherd

And the subsequent decline of breathable air

What's left sticks to insides of lungs

Toffee pudding, or tar

Sorry did I forget your name?

The submarine lights flash red

A can of coke trapped between David's fingers

Screaming and silence are one and the same to your ears

You should've got those earplugs earlier

I feel, you twirl, my hair, with your, fingers

I cry, I smile, I die

Sometimes I get really drunk, and I aim for autopilot

It's nice to lean back and see where my reptilian brain takes me

Sometimes a tree, often a kebab shop, but

What I really desire is the next day

The reset

There is nothing in the world that gives more perspective then a ragingly self induced headache

Terrible breath, a membrane of sweat and smoke melted away in the shower

Along with petty worries like who am I? Where am I going?

Well, today I'm going to the kitchen, and I'm stretching my culinary fingers by putting a frozen pizza in the oven

Today I'm sinking into the sofa, or I'm scrolling my way into a social media induced coma because actually I'm ill, so it's allowed

A hangover is a simple problem with a simple solution

Existing is enough, no questions needed

Every hour is a step out of the fog but with each step things become too clear

Sticky insignificance attaches itself to the ends of my fingers and makes its way up my limbs, seeping into my eyes

Desperate for a residential spot in the frontal lobe

I scrape away at it but like quick sand the more I move

The more I'm trapped under its immense weight

So instead I ignore it, don't talk, don't listen, just play dumb

It's no big deal unless you make it one

I cut myself off from the world by pretending I'm ignorant of its pitfalls

In actual fact the world is ignorant of me

How can it know which of it's crevices I've tripped down

Which hills are too steep to climb

I get on my knees and I pray and I tell whoever it is that I'm talking to that I'm not the boy who cried wolf

And yet there is a whisper in my head telling me that I am

I bury these thoughts by moving

A train is a room with a view which changes each time you look out the window and I like that but I can see dirty finger nails clinging on for dear life in the corners

It will be an emotional reunion at the station, that I can be sure of

The beauty in meaningless is undeniably linked to its incomprehensible anxiety

An anxiety which follows me around desperate to be looked at in the eyes and told that it's a feeling as valid as the rest

But I'm sorry, I just can't do that

And I know your there, a lonely child facing the wall for speaking out of turn

A hand raised but never picked

A voice stopped mid sentence, no grand plan but

I know

You've been trying to meet me

You've been trying to find me

You've been trying to hunt me

I just don't have the time

You've been trying to kiss me

You've been trying to spite me

You've been trying to love me

I just don't have the spine

You've been trying to meet me

You've been trying to find me

You've been trying to hunt me

I just don't have the time

You've been trying to kiss me

You've been trying to spite me

You've been trying to love me

I just don't have the spine

I just don't have the time

I just don't have the spine

I just don't have the spine

I just don't have the time

I just don't have the