when I breathe it feels just like my life is ending.
I think of the one that I most respected
and all the words that I'm now regretting.
I'd hold them now, but I'm bruised and beaten
and I'm alone and I've barely eaten.
And it seems just like the way it goes that down the road
we may have known about the love in both of us
We push and shove, betray the trust,
don't let this make a fool of us
I'm tired, hungry, broke
and just wish I could come back home