The Beauty of Breathing - Jeff Rosenstock

Sometimes I wanna take the car out on the road

Flip it into park and smash myself

Into a million little pieces

I’m tired of knowing what about myself is wrong

But never mustering up the control

To really try and change it

I walk outside and people say, «Hey!»

And sometimes I just wanna say

«Hey!

Go away!

Go away!»

So I guess I better stay inside

I heard that if you just sit on a chair and think

Of focusing your nervous energy

On the beauty of breathing

You could live a life on real tranquility

But I just thought of every stupid thing

That’s been keeping me from sleeping

I close my eyes and it won’t go away

I plug my ears but they’re ringing out

«Hey!

Hey!

Hey!»

It keeps me from believing

That maybe someday the thing will work

Maybe I won’t feel like a jerk

Maybe the words I say will stop coming out weighted

Maybe some day I’ll wanna breath

And maybe the people that I meet

Won’t lead to a certain future where

I’m betrayed and

I’m so jaded yeah

I’m so jaded

And that’s why I’m so fucking sad