This Respirator - The Flatliners

These four wheels feel like home to me

Enough with living broke at home and bank robberies

These faces I see and these fumes I breathe…

It’s proof enough this is where I want to be

These photographs tell a story of their own

Two fists, white knuckles on a microphone

These highway lines, these miles and miles

They breathe

It’s just begun and our broken backs are so cold

And these four wheels feel like home to me

These doors close and we’re chasing the sky

This chaos brews and keeps us alive

Why trade the world when the world is mine?

Why give up now when all we’ve got is time?

Looking through this broken glass, these dreams invade the ceiling

They could fall so fast but now we’re knee-deep in this shit

Oh make it last

A lifetime of wanting and waiting and deadly persuading

The volume’s too quiet now

These tires' tread mark a special occasion

And my ears haven’t stopped ringing out

As these notes are bellowed they’ll rip you apart

So let these flat chords just break your heart

And who the fuck said we were giving up?

Cause it’s just begun

It’s just begun and our broken backs are so cold

These four wheels feel like home to me

And I feel like I never want to go home

We could stop the world and we could tear it apart

These four wheels feel like home to me

They breathe