Box of Breath

A flat rate rat, a bear in a boat Remora on a whale, a little kid with a goat Geese on a field and grease on a coat Wounds almost healed, some second hand notes Putting on the dog, but curled like a spider It's fat of the hog, and water off the eider You can take what you want, and have what you will Life is too short, just to get yourself killed Hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Box of breath, yeah (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Nothin' but a box of breath Pup fish and gravel ghosts, dandelions and daises Sump pumps and rarebit toast, charred bones and gravy If you had what you want and did what you could You'd still be unhappy, misunderstood You can make what you can, and get yourself mad But you gotta get good, before you can be bad We're older now than we've ever been But we're younger now than will ever be again Hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Box of breath, yeah (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Ain't nothing but a box of breath (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) (Hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) yeah, hey Nothing is safe, not even living The longer we live, the sooner we die Coasting on the edge of living oblivion Never knowing or reasoning why? All we do, what we've been told Every old person's just a young person getting old You gotta bury it, bury it in the garden You gotta bury it to keep it safe Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Box of breath, yes (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Ain't nothing but a box of breath (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Box of Breath, come on (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) Hey