Summertime is ripe for picking
People dying over drinking
Nicer clothes hide bruising faces
Mirrors full of razor blades
And that's just life round here
Oh that's just life round here
Breathe on me
'Cause I feel nothing, I want something
I can't feel my face
'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh
Everything
So just breathe on me
'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing
Wouldn't it be nice to talk sometimes
In cider wounds outsides fine
Nicer clothes hide bruising faces
Mirrors full of razor blades
And that's just life round here
Oh that's just life round here
Breathe on me
'Cause I feel nothing, I want something
I can't feel my face
'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh
Everything
So just breathe on me
'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing
Breathe on me
'Cause I feel nothing, I want something
I can't feel my face
'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh
Everything
So just breathe on me
'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing
