can i pull this from the air?
do i have the strength to fight?
or will i hold my tongue
til it passes through the warm and balmy night?

and a mother sets the table
cleans the dishes with her hands
passed down through the poking and the prodding
and the "don't let this get in the way of your plans"

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
and breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
and breathe through

can i hope for something more?
can i hope for something real?
standing tall in the backyard praying to my trees
for something to feel

and i hear him pulling up
i hear the door slammed in
the slow whistle of his cigarette
and i all i want is to peel the paint
the paint from his skin

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through

and i can't let it go
can't let it go
this is the last time i'll feel it there
i can't let it go because i know
even if i shut my blinds
he's still out there
still out there

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
and forget the me
and the you