I guess my weak pulse
That's buried
Won't ever possibly recognize me
Or possibly remember me
I'm nowhere
And breathing someone else's air
I guess I'll pretend to be alive //+-
I guess I'll pretend to be alive //
Just like a cleanly wrapped thing
That never rots,
I was always harmful,
I was always lonely
In my beating heart
And its waxing waves,
Aspiration is welling up
And I'm breathing again
In the flashing lights
And the eyes that are opening wide,
Aspiration is welling up
And I'm breathing again
I guess my weak pulse
That's buried
Is dragging me into a place
I've never stepped in
To throw out the old me,
To take out the lone me,
It's gragging me
The me who was nowhere,
Pretending to be alive,
The me who was always harmful
Thus tpp lonely
I guess (my pulse) will recognize me
In my beating heart
And its waxing waves,
Aspiration is welling up
And I'm breathing again
In the flashing lights
And the eyes that are opening wide,
Aspiration is welling up
And I'm breathing again
Into my heart That's opening wide,
The world is snuggling close
My clear, strong pulse
That's buried
Tells me to welcome me,
It tells me to rise up
The me who was nowhere
Is breathing in the fragrant air
And trying to recall me
And I'm breathing again