All Excuses

I can't breathe in

I can't breathe out

I am gasping for breath

I see your face now

In every passer-by

I can't run from you

I've got to breathe in, breathe out

This is gonna be, it's gonna be

The last of our contentions

Here

I can't sleep now

I turn and turn round

Think of what you said

All your excuses

All your excuses

All your excuses suck

I've got to breathe in, breathe out

This is gonna be,

The last of our contentions

This is gonna be, it's gonna be

The last of our acquaintance

Where it's gonna lead us, lead us from here?

Where it's gonna lead us, lead us from here?