Assisted Breathing - Like Pacific

Come down with it, you’re expectations are so high

You leave a blank space and an image on my mind

We could rot together, but you wouldn’t let me in

The distance, you’re beside me I tried to comprehend

These are my hands

Swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours

And my hard work is not worth more

I’ll sing for myself now, you’re the subject of it all

I guess I’m letting my guard down, the first hole in the dry wall

And there I said it, I guess I finally let you in

Why haven’t you answered?

I’m peeling back my sun burnt skin

These are my hands

Swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours

And my hard work is not worth more

These are my hands

Swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours

I can’t breathe for you

There are somethings you have to do for yourself

Wasted morals, you’ve gotta be questioned more

Because lately I’ve earned, some fucking answers from you

Time has its curse it’s always too late or too soon

To be fragile and burned it could happen to anyone

Swollen and bruised, it’s always too late or too soon

And my hard work is not worth more

These are my hands

Swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours

And my hard work is not worth more

These are my hands

Swollen and bruised but not as rough as yours

I can’t breathe for you

There are somethings you have to do for yourself