The Smith Street Band

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25

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25

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It was so cold in the top room

But I didn't wanna risk waking you

So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers

With everything I burn the dull ache it lingers

And I don't know if I'll be able to complete

What other people do each day without noticing

And I don't know if I'll be able to compete

With when I feel these days about almost everything

One bad week for a life of breathing

A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping

I wanna feel it now

Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out

I am someone in your passenger seat

I'm your punching bag

I will let you kick the shit outta me

And I'll hold your hand

I'll be whatever you tell me to be

And I'll understand

Breathing out cold air in my own house

And wondering why I couldn't afford a solution to that by now

And I'm sure everything seems romantic

In reality it's uncomfortable to deal with

Falling asleep every other afternoon

To the sound of being alone

And having nothing to do

And I'm sure moving in

Straight away made you feel safe

But it probably wasn't great for my mental state

And one bad week for a life of breathing

A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping

I wanna feel it now

Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out

I am someone in your passenger seat

I'm your punching bag

I will let you kick the shit outta me

While I hold your hand

I'll be whatever you tell me to be

And I'll understand

If I can't see a future for you without evil

A future for me without you will, only make it better

So I start hoping, that I stop smoking

Because the ducks are in a row and

This is my best chance to get my shit together

When I turned 25 I was terrified

Still haven't learnt to do the dishes

My mum was my age when I became alive

So I stopped hoping and I quit smoking

Because the writing's on the wall

And it's been there for a while

And it sure is nice to remember things yeah

I am someone in your passenger seat

I'm your punching bag

I'll let you kick the living shit outta me

And I'll hold your hand

I am whatever you tell me to be

And I'll understand

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