The air that sits in your lungs In your empty space It fills you up and you conduct Electricity Oh, the muscles and tendons and water Move currents And they carry you back to me You've been reading every book on positivity Half the point of all of this getting what you need I don't want to hear about the possibility The fluctuations in your body keep you neck straight And your posture upright. Your lungs fill up And they keep you walking straight in the night or in the day And your measurements can't be off You've been seeing everything in blue and green and red Half the point of coming home is knowing what you had I don't want to be the one to say that this is it You can feel it now if you breathe in You have no idea what it's doing to you You will find you can't control your Pulse or where your eyes are moving Innocence is what you're losing, oh…