Hard to Breathe - Irving

Like a beat-up kid who’s out on his own

There’s an urgency, a need to belong

In the morning sun, you get out of bed

With a thirsty tongue and a nail in your head

When the water’s gone, the air can’t breathe

The drugs that you’re on, you’ve begun to need

You’d rather watch TV than go outside

You want to believe you’re not going to die

You’re not going to die

Winter’s come and gone, another year marked off

All the feeling’s gone, your mind is going soft

When the red ink runs like a rabbit who’s scared

Pick up your guns and try to keep it fair

(Try to keep its hair)

Every day you try, you try to see

That you’re going to die, it’s hard to believe

It’s hard to breathe