I'm losing all the faith I have in my ability to breathe,
from pondering the second chances or the possibility
of getting my teeth off this curb, while your foot rets easily
on the back of my head. I'd push down harder if it were me.
I'll tell you everything is copacetic.
from pondering the second chances or the possibility
of getting my teeth off this curb, while your foot rets easily
on the back of my head. I'd push down harder if it were me.
I'll tell you everything is copacetic.