Found myself upside down, folded in half at the waist
Separating vertebrae, to pull from anything
Looking for a feeling
Looking for a word
Looking for a memory
To strike some kind of chord
And it isn't like me to stop
Isn't like me to stop to breathe
Fill it up, empty it out
Release, repeat.
Usually can't get out once I've opened it up
Steps of a ribcage, too much to climb up
Looking for a feeling
Looking for a word
Looking for a memory
To strike some kind of chord
And it isn't like me to stop
Isn't like me to stop to breathe
Fill it up, empty it out
Release, repeat.
And it isn't like me to be still
Isn't like me to wait
Fill it up, empty it out
Release, repeat.
Breathing space between vertebrae
Maybe nothing's a welcome change
Breathing space between vertebrae
Maybe nothing's a welcome change
