Ventilate

His lungs are quick, coming Away from his, lover Regret ever leaving her behind The dust of his shoes and the Waves from his love and Arms wide open all the time He's running with the truth Coming away from his sane and Eyes rolling backward all the time The swinging doors slam shut and the Windows crack because The screaming from his core pierces too high As he begins to break shape and The weather rocks his back bone and The pressure builds until he's postured no more He's just like the rest - of us Hands are tied between love and The yearning for a freedom we can't find Release and breathe under The pressing fingers that - seem to Never let you go outside alone His lungs are quick, coming Away from his, lover Regret ever leaving her behind There's no hope left for this Erratic heart that beats randomly Only to distract from caring too hard His lungs are quick, pushing Away from his, lover Forget ever leaving her behind