suddenly i feel room inside me / a crack of the ribs, is this oxygen?
pure and true, what do i do with it? / is this coming up for air?
takin’ a breath that belongs to me? / one i couldn’t spare before?
but this real breath, feels like i’m cheating death, so am i done?
being sorry, being scared? / am i coming up for air?
- gail, forget me not