Gasping but Somehow Still Alive

Resign yourselves to ripping hearts out by the roots!
I can’t feel my feet touching the ground
guess its always been in the blood
and in my pathetic lungs
It’s what holds the days from the flood, but aren’t we all hiding something
holds the days from the flood but aren’t we all hiding?
I’ve been clawing at these walls pretending our names will be legible for our
songs and our daughters. I’ll always be here. I’m right here.