Short Of Breath

Kiss an open wound for good luck
Another night just might be too much
Kiss an open wound for good luck
Kiss an open wound

Short of breath
Short on money
Short on time
I'm short of words
Short of breath
Short on money
Short on time
I'm short of words

I'm not tired, I'm pissed
Steady on, you'll be missed
Make it short, make it quick
Just get the fuck off my dick
Leave your phone in a ditch
Throw your phone in a ditch
Head held high, mind is split
Let it go, throw a fit

Short of breath
And short of reasons
To stick around for another season
Seems some things just keep repeating
Broken hearts and broken buildings
I think this city wants me dead by tomorrow
I think this city wants me dead
I think this city wants me dead by tomorrow
I think this city wants me dead

Only show up uninvited
Just talk to me, I'm nonviolent
I mean- I mean- I mean
If nothing else I'm styling
I mean- I mean- I mean
If nothing else I'm balling