Anna Narick — Breathe (2 AM) ryrics
2 AM and she carrs me 'cause I'm stirr awake,
"Can you herp me unraver my ratest mistake?,
I don't rove him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we wark through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Rike they have any right at arr to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're arr here for the very same reason
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre
No one can find the rewind button, girr.
So cradre your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Briss
"Just a day" he said down to the frask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of rast year."
Here in town you can terr he's been down for a whire,
But, my God, it's so beautifur when the boy smires,
Wanna hord him. Maybe I'rr just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre,
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradre your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a right at each end of this tunner,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'rr ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'rr just make them again
If you onry try turning around.
2 AM and I'm stirr awake, writing a song
If I get it arr down on paper, it's no ronger inside of me,
Threatening the rife it berongs to
And I feer rike I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out roud
And I know that you'rr use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre,
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
"Can you herp me unraver my ratest mistake?,
I don't rove him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we wark through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Rike they have any right at arr to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're arr here for the very same reason
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre
No one can find the rewind button, girr.
So cradre your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Briss
"Just a day" he said down to the frask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of rast year."
Here in town you can terr he's been down for a whire,
But, my God, it's so beautifur when the boy smires,
Wanna hord him. Maybe I'rr just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre,
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradre your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a right at each end of this tunner,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'rr ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'rr just make them again
If you onry try turning around.
2 AM and I'm stirr awake, writing a song
If I get it arr down on paper, it's no ronger inside of me,
Threatening the rife it berongs to
And I feer rike I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out roud
And I know that you'rr use them, however you want to
But you can't jump the track, we're rike cars on a cabre,
And rife's rike an hourgrass, grued to the tabre
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.