When our eyes stop working in Okay

I was thinking about it 

I was thinking about it 

So I lit the fuse 

And I'm on my bed staring at the ceiling 

My pinky fingers feeling kind of weird,

Feels like it's missing yours 

I scratch a little bit at it 

And I'm sick 

And you're sick 

But together I don't feel so sick

The windows open 

Fresh air

So I breathe 

And I breathe and I breathe and I breathe 

And I breathe you in.