RE: Your Lungs

You threw down an old pack of cigarettes saying
«I quit» for the third time
As you left I couldn’t take it
I was distraught for the first time
You threw down an old pack of cigarettes saying
«I quit» for the fourth time
And I guess you couldn’t take it
I was just not right the last time
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
No it’s not
You threw down an old pack of cigarettes saying
«I quit» for the fifth time
And I guess it’s just the air
But I felt sick for the first time
And I guess I couldn’t take it
I was not fine for the first time
You came back, touched my hand
Pulled me back, said it would be alright
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
You’re saying, «It's alright»
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
No it’s not
You threw down an old pack of cigarettes saying
«I quit» for the sixth time
As you left I couldn’t say it
I was content for the first time
So I left, walked out the door
And I won’t be back for a long time
'till I find in myself what I want
And it will be alright
Yeah I will be just fine