Myself in a Pill - Better Off

Was I tearing at the seams

The south is full of faded dreams

When a newborn baby breathes

Its first breath

The air is never clean

It’s never clean

But it’s breathing

Sleeping in and late talking

Tear my insides apart and start over

Lungs burning like fire

In a waiting room

So plastic

See myself in a pill and swallow

Melt the eyes of a child

Am I a leaner

A day or night dreamer

Began a sequence

The meaning was deeper and frequent

Now it’s shallow

But not sinking

Sleeping in and late talking

Tear my insides apart and start over

Lungs burning like fire

In a waiting room

So plastic

See myself in a pill and swallow

Melt the eyes of a child

When a new born baby breathes

It’s first breath, the air is never clean

It’s never clean, but it’s breathing

In a waiting room

So plastic

See myself in a pill and swallow

Melt the eyes of a child