the air

I can't go through any pain.
Have never and I won't.
I will watch myself giving up like I always do.
In speaking of all those imaginary pain that will become true one day.

Love is something so trivial compares to life or death.
Nothing can conquer my fear of death.
The fear of lonelihood after being left by the dead.
Love is just something in the air, something brings the air into existence by shaping them,but yet still invisible to us.
Something, holds us there.

*So scream I heard about your message
and how it reeks of your indifference
It bleeds horizontal straight from your wrists
(So scream louder about)
I'm bound to come around about
(Bound to come around)
Can’t you, can’t you feel it
Rolling off your lips
Tensing up your shoulders, c’mon

It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, It’s love
(It’s love)
Make it hurt
(I deserve it)
Well, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love
Make it hurt

Scream we used to be the sigh and breathe
subtle but elite method,
I could forfeit on competing
Said "it's all about a war"
So scream loud about
I'm bound to come around about
(bound to come around again)
Can’t you, can’t you feel it
Rolling off your lip
Tensing up your shoulders, c’mon*

Can't you vacuum the air when i fall.

*Bonus Mosh Pt. II by Taking Back Sunday