I'm Sorry, Dad (Heavy Breathing)

I saw you sliding down the staircase,

Your elbow hit the fire alarm,

It taught me how to die.

I've been a child in the rat race,

And now my mortgage broker's son,

Won't leave me alone.

My girl,

It's time you chose ,

How we can live,

Whilst killing time.

I feel ashamed,

In this game,

Through the flames,

You can make it if you take a chance.

It's alright,

I'll let it slide,

If you feel like holding fire,

I could make it out alive.

And now I must consider leaving,

But my wristwatch is caught on the strap underneath your chin,

Followed by this heavy breathing.

I look around and I'll I see are reasons why I

Still,

Can't free,

My broken heart,

If you can find it,

It's all yours.

I feel ashamed,

In this game,

Through the flames,

You can make it if you take a chance.

It's alright,

I'll let it slide,

If you feel like holding fire,

I could make it out alive.

It's so sad,

It's a fact,

If you feel like holding back,

You may find what I could not.

In this dream,

There's a theme,

That redeems,

The very moment you came alive.