The way you carry yourself through the room
You won't born to drag no broom
We smoked the last cigarette
i closed my eyes and took in your breath

Give yourself a minute to catch your breath

It's your turn to roll the ball
Pinch your breath right behind the child
We smoked the last cigarette
i closed my eyes and took in your breath

Give yourself a minute to catch your breath
Give yourself a minute to catch your breath
Give yourself a minute figure out what matters

All of your friends are now ghosts
On the last road to go before we grow
They'll be lonely outside
They [bad word] They associate
And they went both ways
 [bad word] the last ride
With you