I Got You

Baby I know that what we got it may not look like much

There's problems knocking at our door

Sometimes it feel like these walls are closing in on us

And we can't hold them anymore

And we got troubles stacking up so high like building blocks

Just a breath could knock them down

So we hold the air inside our lungs and hope it's long enough

To keep them from crashing to the ground

But everything's going to be okay