IV. Breathe Me Out

People still want to fight

But it’s so quiet at midnight

Even thoughts don’t have a say

Sleeping like it’s been tried

Microwavable limelight

Tick-tock tempo throwaway

Breathe me out

Like your brain’s not whole

Like you taste your soul

Breathe me out

Like you’re pumping it through

Filters you can’t control

Don’t want to open my eyes

So you can measure me lengthwise

I’ve known redder flags before

I’m attacking my knees

With a weapon of memories

Keep on like I’m keeping score

Breathe me out

Like your brain’s not whole

Like you taste your soul

Breathe me out

Like you’re pumping it through

Filters you can’t control

Breathe me out

Like your brain’s not whole

Like you taste your soul

Breathe me out

Like you’re pumping it through

Filters you can’t control

Breathe me out 

Breathe me out 

Breathe me out 

Breathe me out 

Barry Promane