Done Breathing - CEDRON

It’s raining up the street, above the yellow house made of concrete

A city in sleep, with a mind on repeat, ironically

Nothing is more blinding than a best friends voice stop hearing me

New names made things change and now this couch is often empty

My doors are giving in

With the fear that I have turned my back

My doors are giving in

With my closest friends dressed in black

Chasing everything still beating

Unbroken circles, I’m done breathing

Done breathing

Nothing is more blinding than a best friends voice stop hearing me

A best friends ears stop listening

I’ve had enough, I’m done breathing