Can I pull this from the air? Do I have the strength to fight?
Or will I hold my tongue till it passes through the long and balmy night?
And a mother sets the table, cleans the dishes with her hands
Passed down through the poking and the prodding
And the "don't let this get in the way of your plans"
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Can I hope for the something more? Can I hope for something real?
Standing tall in the backyard, praying to my trees for something to feel
And I hear him pulling up, I hear the door slammed in
The slow whistle of his cigarette and all I want is to peel the paint from his skin
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
And I Can't let it go, can't let it go
This is the last time I'll feel it there
Can't let it go, because I know
Even if I shut my blinds he's still out there,
Still out there.
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
Oh, when it hits me all I can do is just breathe again and breathe through
And forget the me and the you.
