Testo Air To Breathe

You're stoned again not trying to understand
Our worries 'bout your frustration
Good friends gone, you're begging for someone
Who shares this fascination

Let us know, let us go, leave your past alone

All in all, we're running out of reasons to care What is taking your air (taking your air)
To breathe (to breathe)

More and more, we're longing for the seasons we shared
But we're getting prepared (getting prepared)
To leave (to leave)

What are you waiting for why don't you pass the door
To get some imagination
Your only truth are all these drugs you choose
Or are they just some other kind of inspiration?

Wake me up, what the fuck is going on?