Keep Breathing - Toadies

Most days are real

And it’s hard not to feel something

Some days are static

And you can hear nothing and nothing at all

Once in a while

Staring at life, unblinking

I need a line

And I feel like I am sinking

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

I miss the tourist

That I was before November

That was the purest

Confidence I remember

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Take me back

Back inside

Back to the bubble

I’ll feel fine

Take me back

Where I can hide

Let me back inside

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing

Keep breathing