Verse 1

Dead weight by the intercom

Picking my battles, and I’m

Wishing I didn’t rush

My life, I lost my mind

Maybe once or twice

As I’m playing thumb

A picture frame of worth

And yet I couldn’t reach

Set fire with my torch

It’s been a dreadful week

And I’m already freak-

Ing, bed made sore

Chorus

Catch my breath

I don’t

You won’t

barely breathe