My breath is labored and heavy
My clothes smell like smoke
I’ve been looking for an exit
But I don’t where to go
I’ve emptied quite a few bottles
But I don’t even have a cold
I can’t take my eyes off the sky
I’m looking to the stars for a new hope
The pharmacist knows me by name
I just can’t kick this cough, at least that’s what I say
My friends would probably all worry
And tell me I’m a mess
But I keep this all under wraps
Behind the guise of happiness
I cleverly sew it into songs
But never say it out loud
So people assume it’s a metaphor
Maybe it’s a cry for help
So I met this new girl, she seems pretty great
Every time she comes around I don’t feel the need to self medicate.
My breath is labored and heavy
My clothes smell like smoke
I’ve been looking for an exit
But I don’t where to go
Maybe I found a guiding light
But she’s not with me yet
So for now I’ll just follow suit
With the tip of my cigarette
credits
from Split EP,
released August 20, 2013
All music and lyrics written by Mike Young.
Recorded by Cody Hampton.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021