I’m willing to hold my breath,
I can’t think of anything else that will solve these problems,
And I don’t know if you can hear me,
Or whether it’s just the air getting thin,
And with one last breath I begin,

Your house with no doors,
And the waters filling all the floors,
I’m trapped inside alone,
Find me some oxygen,
So I can breathe on my own

I tried to help,
But you do it yourself,
And now I’m burning,
Flushing out these feelings,
Trying to find some oxygen,
So I can breathe again…

I need reasons for this season,
Because this doesn’t make sense,
When will these nightmares,
When will Suburbia hear me?
Hear our broken hearts?

Why when my breathing ceases,
Will she be in pieces?

Will you stop being the fuel for the flames?
You burned me without a doubt,
Why can’t we go back to the days?
So we can sort this out,

Why can’t I hear you breathing on this telephone call?
When you were sleeping,
Just to hear you breathe gives me what I need,
Oxygen we shared between,

With the last flickering flame light,
Before you put me out,
Will you give me the oxygen?
To sleep with you tonight…