I'm sorry that Prospect Park isn't long enough a street to shake of my naivety
And all this heat between my shoulders will pass with this evening air
And my friends near, I'll take my pride by surprise and flip my conscience on its side
I'll take the long way and find out all that's wrong in my head
and drive out the demons in the words that I said
These sleepless nights aren't worth it anymore so I won't waste my time
Holding walls up and breaking them down again
You're the air that I can't breathe in
Give me oxygen
I've learned a few things from love to find that I know nothing at all, I gave my all
But when you give yourself you never get it all back again
(A burning house think fast of what to take away;
your sense of pride or the heart that you gave away)
I'm tired of yelling these five dollar lines into the sky with no reply
Just monitored disappointment, heavy handed cynicism
We'll be in luck to wake up
I can't feel anything from you
I found my weaknesses hiding behind my self-preserved defensiveness;
I'm burning from the promises
I never ever plan to keep; my self-control is losing me
I need to soak myself in hope and drain out all the things that kept me low
These sleepless nights aren't worth it anymore so I won't waste my time
Holding walls up and breaking them down again
You're the air that I can't breathe in
Give me oxygen