How To Breathe - Matthew Mayfield

Face against the wind

Dusty roads and concrete skin

Tracing back the lines

Choosing forms I’ve left behind

Spinning like a stone

The ever-ending flow of the free fallening leaves

Yeah, I’m afraid that

I can’t change.

Let it be.

Every bend, every break

All the times I’ve lost my way

All the stains, all the scars

Oh my torn up paper art.

Back and forth, push and pull

It’s carved and cursed

inside my soul.

Yet, I believe

this tug-o-war has taught me

How to breathe.

Secrets that I keep,

burning holes inside of me.

Stirring up the ghosts

Romblins won’t leave me alone.

Time is the traitor and I am the taker

of lost memories.

Yeah, I’m afraid that I can’t change

Let it Be.

Every bend, every break

All the times I’ve lost my way

All the stains, all the scars

Oh my torn up paper art.

Back and forth, push and pull

It’s carved and cursed

inside my soul.

Yet, I believe

this tug-o-war has taught me

How to breathe.

Yeah, I’ve seen it all.

Scattered ashes of myself

in a worn out wishing well.

And I hear the call

Oh, that every — in the sky

lifts me up and brings me light

Holds me close

Every bend, every break

All the times I’ve lost my way

All the stains, all the scars

Oh my torn up paper art.

Back and forth, push and pull

It’s carved and cursed

inside my soul.

Yet, I believe

this tug-o-war has taught me

How to breathe.

Yeah, this tug-o-war has taught me

How to breathe.