Lung Capacity - The Murderburgers

No seats left at the back of the bus

«I really don’t think I can do this»

Left fist clenched and right hand around my throat

Severe lack of trust in the person behind me

Held out until I got to Grassmarket

Whispered «thank you», stepped off and exhaled

Then walked home as fast as I could whilst trying to ignore the wind

And hail

I should have listened to my own advice

Or better yet not ignored all of yours

Like when you said not to light the candle at both ends

Or else I’d soon have nothing left to burn

And that it didn’t matter which way I turned

Because the wind would cut through anyway

Then in came the shin splints and that sandstorm

Inside my lungs that slows me down every time

Coughing up dust, I sat alone on the pavement

And I prayed that any moment I’d see the sun

Breaking through all of those dark clouds

Overhead that never seem to ever slow down

But I just sat in the dark until there was nothing left to cough up