Butterfingers - Breathe lyrics

There's a gun on the table and it's pointing at me Come out Mr. Rebel take a walk and see Out in the fields brothers crying from the crowd Inside the walls the man is calling them down Take the word of your savior, see him crouching at the door Beaten up and kicked around a hundred times before So sick of listening to the voices in his head Fingers feel the trigger but inside he's feeling dead There's a reason why we're breathing But we just can't seem to see The things we do come back on you All we need to do is breathe There's a choice on the table but she can't see Alone with no soul, with no family Out in the streets people screaming from the crowd Inside the walls the woman's calling them down There's a reason why we're breathing But we just can't seem to see The things we do come back on you All we need to do is breathe There's a reason why we're breathing But we just can't seem to see The things we do come back on you All we need to do is breathe There's a reason why we're breathing Just breathe The things we do come back on you Just breathe There's a reason why we're breathing Just breathe The things we do come back on you Just breathe